Date: Sat, 10 Aug 2002 21:33:51 +0000
From: Brad Goodman <bradgoodman30@hotmail.com>
Subject: Right or Wrong Chapter 1

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Right or Wrong                                By: Brad Goodman
Chapter 1                                     Copyright August 2002

	I have often heard the phrase "it is either right or wrong."  What is right
or wrong and who is the person who defines right and the person who defines
wrong.  I have decided right and wrong is subjective to the individual.  If
a man takes any kind of action in his life there will be those who agree
with him and conversely there will be those who disagree.  Of course certain
offenses are considered by most to be either right or wrong.  Cruelty,
intolerance and hate are generally considered to be wrong.  And there are
those actions that most consider to be right.  Love, kindness, friendship,
and responsibility are generally considered to be right.  On May 12th in the
27th year of my life I had the first test of my sense of right and wrong.
The true test of a man's character is how he faces adversity and how he
meets the challenges life sets before him.  On May 12th I had my character
challenged for the first time.

	May 12th began like every other day of my previous 27 years.  I got up,
showered, shaved and got dressed.  I had a highly nutritious breakfast of a
banana and a diet coke.  I left for work and thank god it was Friday.
Another day at the worst job you can imagine, working in human resources for
a government entity.  Everything you have ever heard about city employees is
a lie, because the truth about them is much, much worse.  Never the less, I
put in my 8 hours working through lunch and left early at 4:00.  On my way
home I decided to stop at the grocery store to pick up a few items I needed.
  When I got to the store I went inside and noticed this boy sitting on the
curb crying, and being my sensitive self, I ignored him as I passed.  Twenty
minutes later I was leaving the store with much more than I intended on
getting (never go when you are hungry) and saw the boy still sitting there
but not sobbing as much in fact his head was up and looking about.  As I
passed I again ignored the boy walking within just a few feet of him but
never making any eye contact.  After I ventured about 20 feet past the boy I
heard a cracking voice from behind me say "Excuse me sir."  I knew it was
the boy before I even turned around.

	I turned and the boy said "you live down the street from me, right?"  I
scanned the boy more closely and realized he did live about two blocks away
from me next to a friend of mine.  We were playing basketball one day and he
and his friend asked to play so we let them join us.  I was shocked he
remembered me because that was about six months ago.  "I actually live a
couple blocks away from you," I said.  "That's right your friend lives next
to me, right?"  "Yup."  He replied "can I ask you something?"  "Okay," I
said.  "My parents kicked me out and I was wondering if I could borrow some
money, I will pay you back."  I didn't know what to say to this kid.  He
seemed like a nice kid to me.  He was very polite saying please, thank you,
and sir when we played ball that day.  I asked him, "Why did they kick you
out?"  He paused for a long time and looked down at his shoes.  Before I
knew what was going on he burst into tears and hugged me tightly around my
waist.  I didn't know what to do, here I was in the parking lot of a grocery
store with a twelve-year-old boy hugging me and crying rivers.  I just
hugged him back and said "it will be ok."  After about 3minutes, the boy
stopped and stood there quietly so I said "would you like to get something
to eat?"  His face lit up and he yelled "Yes!"

	We got into my car and I pulled out of the parking lot without saying
another word.  After we were on the road for a few minutes I asked the boy
"so what do you want to eat?"  "I don't know," he replied.  "Well" I said
"there are many places up ahead to eat.  There is a McDonald's, Burger King,
Taco Bell, and a Sonic."  "Sonic" he blurted out.  We sat quietly for the
next few minutes never saying a word just exchanging glances every now and
then.  I finally said "I feel weird having to ask you this but what is your
name again?"  The boy gave me a puzzled look and then replied "I can't
believe you don't remember it.  It is the same as yours, Ryan."  Damn this
boy remembered my name and I couldn't even remember his and we share the
same freaking name.  I am one self-centered shit I thought.  We arrived at
the restaurant and began to scan the menu.  Sonic is one of those drive-in
diners and you eat in the car.  He told me what he wanted and then I
ordered.  We were waiting for our food and I finally said "so Ryan do you
want to talk about why you were kicked out by you're parents?"  He began to
breathe deeper and the tears began to flow from his eyes.  "I am too
embarrassed."  I said "it is okay, no matter what it is I will not laugh."
"I just don't want you to hate me" he replied.  "I won't hate you Ryan."
"Okay" he began "my parents kicked me out because my Dad caught me and a
friend naked in the bed together."  Damn, this kid did not look gay to me.
I couldn't believe it.  He was the type of kid you would think would be a
lady-killer when he got older.  He had gray eyes with a hint of pale blue,
his skin was a perfect milky white complexion, and his hair was a perfect
shade of light brown with natural blond highlights.  As I sat there trying
to think of what to say next I realized just how gorgeous this kid looked.
"They kicked you out for that.  They must be idiots."  He looked at me and
smiled.  "I had a friend when I was your age and we did the very same thing
for several years."  I couldn't believe I said that.  I have never told
anyone that before and here I was telling this kid one of my most intimate
secrets.  "Really" he said "I thought you were straight."

	I did not reply.  I was engrossed in my thoughts and just smiled at him
like I was not comprehending his words.  I bet he thinks I am retarded kept
running through my head.  I knew I was attracted to boys when I was about
10.  By the time I got in middle school I was fantasizing regularly about
boys in my class.  When you are 11 and gay and get eyefuls of boys in tight
white underpants in gym you can't wait to get home to fantasize about them.
There was a boy down the street from me that was one year younger named
Fernando when I was growing up.  He was a very attractive Hispanic boy with
a light complexion.  I can not remember how it started but we had been
playing a game for years where we would whip our little tools out and try to
make the other one look at it.  We pretended not to like it but we always
stared for long periods of time at those little stiff members.  We
eventually graduated to mutual masturbation and finally oral sex.  I had
oral sex with him until we were both in college when I was 21 and he was 20.
  I moved to a new town to finish college and we lost touch.  However, I
digress let's get back to the story.  I knew I was gay but I lived a lie for
many years.  I dated women and since I was a former football player and very
masculine no one ever thought I was gay.  I was more than gay though.  I was
still very attracted to the 11-15 year old boys I first fantasized about.
So in reality I am a boy lover.  I had never been with a boy since I was
one, however I had gotten a lot of good looks at their young naked bodies in
many jobs I held.  I volunteered through my church to do a lot of activities
with the middle school group when I was younger and when I first came home
after I finished college.  I loved going on the camp outs as we went to a
state park in Texas that had an open shower room and I would enjoy all the
little naked frames around me in the shower.  On one of the trips a really
cute boy (who spent more than his fair share of time in the shower) said he
was not feeling good so he didn't go on the river rafting trip with the rest
of the group.  I volunteered to stay behind with him because I had been down
the river more times than anyone else.  I will tell the full story some
other time but lets just say I gave him the best he has ever had.

	Our food arrived and I told Ryan that we can talk about that later.  He ate
like he hadn't eaten in days, which turned out to be the case.  When he
finished he looked as though he may have eaten one too many tater tots.  He
lay back in his seat a little and let loose a rather large belch.  He
giggled and I couldn't help but laugh.  He unbuttoned his shorts and looked
at me and said "I am so full I may burst."  I finished eating and put the
trash out on the little pedestal outside the car window.  He looked at me
and smiled an incredible smile.  It instantly melted my heart and I found my
eyes wondering down to his unbuttoned shorts which had slowly unzipped
partly exposing his underwear.  He was a thin boy but his shorts were just a
little to small for him.  He looked at me and I know he caught me looking at
his crotch.  I couldn't believe it myself.  This boy evidently needed help
and here I was trying to catch a glimpse of this boy's package.  He smiled
coyly at me and said "Do you want to see more?"  I was dumbfounded.  "Huh?"
I replied.  "Do you want to see more?"  Before I could say anything he undid
his zipper and pulled the flaps of his shorts to each side exposing his
crotch.  "I don't think we should do this" I told him.  "I am sorry I
thought you wanted to see more, I am so embarrassed."  "No, no,
no......don't be embarrassed I just don't think we should do this in the car
at a fast food restaurant."  "Oh okay, then lets go to you're house."  I
backed out and rushed back to the house.  We pulled up in the driveway and
into the garage.  When the garage door shut behind us he hoped out of the
car letting his shorts fall to the ground and ran out of them and into the
house.

	When I entered the house with his shorts in my hand he was lying on the
couch with his legs apart.  "Are you sure you want to do this" I asked?
"Yes" he said "I have wanted to do this since I played basketball with you.
You are nice and cool and you look good."  I began to blush and walked
slowly to the boy.  I knelt down in front of him on the couch and put my
hand on his bare knee.  He smiled a huge smile and let out a deep breath.  I
slid my hand up his smooth milky white thigh and found my erection was not
being contained very well by my pants.  When my fingertips reached his
underwear I quickly began running them over the outline of his own erection.
  He was giggling and breathing heavy.  This reaction turned me on even
more.  My hand found its way up further and into his shirt but before I
could do much more he popped up and took his shirt off.  His hairless body
was picture perfect.  He was about 5'2 and lean.  His chest was lean but had
the beginnings of what would become some nice pecks.  His stomach was lean
but not ripped.  His nipples were the size of nickels and a soft brown
color.  Not a freckle, blemish or bit of hair on this boys body.  Incredible
I thought.  He settled back down and took possession of my hand guiding it
gently over his chest and stomach and then back down to his raging hard-on.
I began rubbing him through his tight white underwear and could feel his
penis was quite hard.  He began to push himself into my hand with each pass
over his penis.  I brought my other hand to one side of his underwear and
moved the other hand to the far side and slide his briefs down slowly
revealing a flawless cock.

     It was milky white with a very smooth complexion and if it weren't for
the circumcision mark it would have had no discoloration.  It was four
inches long and throbbing for attention.  I took my shirt off and then my
pants.  The boy stopped me when I got to my boxers.  "Let me take them off"
he said.  I nodded and as he slid them off he said "you have a great body
for an older guy, most adults are fat or got bellies but yours is flat."  I
new all the time in the gym would pay off someday.  He grabbed my six and
half inch penis and began to jerk it hard.  I grabbed his hand and said "Let
me show you how to do this right, okay."  He nodded and the real fun began.


	I wrapped my fingers around his fingers that had a firm grip on my penis.
I began to move his hand slowly back and forth.  He was giggling and
breathing very deeply.  We stroked my cock for a minute or two and then
began to pick up the pace.  We were at a good brisk pace stroking my cock
with that soft hand of his and I released his hand and he continued with
perfect rhythm.  Within the next two minutes I began to shoot my load all
over his chest in front of me.  It sprayed out landing a little on his chin
and it splashing on his neck and chest.  When I finished he stopped stroking
me and said "I have never seen so much cum.  Now it's my turn."  I started
working my hands on his shoulders and slowly worked down to his nipples.  I
rubbed him from his armpits to his nipples to his navel and back again.  I
slid my hands further and took possession of his hard cock.  It had a very
light dusting of hair that you would never notice unless you got extremely
close, but amazingly his crotch was still smooth to the touch.  I began to
stroke him slowly but his passions got the best of him and he began
thrusting his cock faster in my hand.  I moved my hand to his hip and pushed
it into the couch and said "relax, I am going to give you a blowjob that you
will never forget."  I started by licking his nipples and working my way
down to his belly button.  I could feel his stomach quiver as I passed over
it.  I worked my way to his pubic hair skipping his penis and engulfing his
balls in my mouth.  They were good size in comparison to his penis and hung
loose at this time.  I tongued his balls inside my mouth and I felt them
began to contract upward in anticipation of his wonderful boy cum.  I
released his balls from my mouth and began working his penis up and down
with my tongue and lips.  His belly began to spasm and I knew he was close
to cumming.  I began to take him fully in my mouth sliding my lips up and
down his shaft running my tongue over his head each time I reached it.  He
exploded in my mouth and began to moan.  "Oh, oh, oh, oooooooo" he bellowed.
  His hot cum splashed against the roof of my mouth and on my tongue.  He
shot three times in my mouth and his cum was salty but had a sweetness to it
I never experienced with my friend when I was younger.  When he was done I
slurped up every last bit of his boy sperm and released his still hard
penis.  I slid my body up his till we were face to face and then he leaned
in and we kissed passionately.  Our tongues danced in each other's mouths
and our hands caressed each other's bodies.

To be continued......