Date: Sat, 17 Aug 2002 04:54:50 +0000
From: Brad Goodman <bradgoodman30@hotmail.com>
Subject: Right or Wrong - Chapter 2
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The feed back from chapter 1 has been scarce, but I hope to hear from you
all about how you like this chapter. I hope this one brightens your
weekend.
Right or Wrong By: Brad Goodman
Chapter 2 Copyright August 2002
I lay beside him on the couch kissing for several minutes before I broke
our silence. "I can't believe what just happened. I know I love you
already." "Really" he said "I knew I loved you the day we played
basketball." Damn, this boy was too good to be true. I have never loved
anyone at first site or second site for that matter and here I was in love
with him at my first true site of this boy. "You can stay here as long as
you like, forever if you want." He replied with a huge smile and a hug that
almost squeezed the life out of me. "I have been on the streets for 4 days
and you were the first person to even talk to me when I tried to talk to
them." Oh my god this poor boy has been on the streets for four days. "You
won't have to ever do that again if you don't want to. You always have a
place to stay here." We lay there and I feel asleep with him in my arms.
The warmth of his body and the feel of his skin made me feel more alive than
any other point in my life. He quickly fell asleep in my arms holding my
hand to his chest. At 3:00 am I awoke to the gentle stroking of my cock.
When my eyes opened and they met his he began to slide his lips up and down
my shaft. He started slow and got faster and faster until I began to blow
my load in his mouth. He tried valiantly to swallow all my juice but he was
just not big enough yet. When I finished cumming he rose up and we kissed
deep and passionately for several minutes while I caressed every inch of his
body. I could taste the sweet saltiness of my own cum in his mouth and I
was ready for what ever he wanted to do. I was now on my back and he was on
top of me and he slid his body up mine until his penis reached my mouth. I
opened and he began pushing it in slowly. He kept it up and began to thrust
quicker and harder. He was sliding all four inches of his cock in and out
of my mouth with the precision of a pro. Suddenly, I felt his boy cream
spraying in my mouth again and between his taste and smell I was even more
aroused than ever before. When he finished he lay on top of me and went to
sleep as I caressed his back and smooth bubble butt.
I was just now getting a great look at his perfect bubble butt. His ass
was the most perfect shape and incredibly smooth I almost shot my load just
rubbing it. I felt my self drifting off too, but wanted to fight it because
I didn't want to miss one minute of looking at that great ass, but alas I
could not. When I awoke at 8:30 the next morning the boy was up just
staring at me as his naked body lay on mine. "I want to try something else"
he said. "What do you want to do?" "I want you to fuck me with your cock."
I was speechless. "It would hurt your first time." Ryan told me it
wasn't his first time. He went on explaining "my friend Peter and I fuck
all the time, but Peter's dick isn't as big as yours. "Are you sure you
want to do this because I am afraid it may hurt you?" "Yes, I want to do
it. Peter and I used to use Vaseline so it would slide easier but now we
don't need it." I told him "I think I have some in the bathroom, and we
should use it because my penis is bigger than Peter's penis and may hurt
you." He popped up and quickly ran to the bathroom opening every drawer and
cabinet till he found it. "Here it is" he exclaimed as he entered the
living room. "Do you want to put it on for me" he asked? "Yeah I would
love that" I replied. He walked over handed me the Vaseline and promptly
turned so his tight ass was right in my face. I didn't even open the jar
and just shoved my face right into his cheeks. He began to giggle some more
and then his giggles turned to moans as my tongue found its way into his
tight little hole. My hand had reached around front and began to work his
cock back and forth. He was hotter and breathing heavier than even the
night before. His moans were louder and more intense and his ass was being
pushed back on my tongue to get as much of it in his hole as possible. I
felt him shoot his load in my hand and he fell limp right on top of me.
"That is the greatest feeling ever" he said to me. "What is, when I tongue
your hole or when you cum." "Both" he replied "it is harder and better when
someone is inside you." "Now lets fuck." He was so blunt it was nasty but
I loved every bit of it. I used my index finger to grease his tight hole
and started to slide two fingers in when he said "I can't wait anymore stick
your cock in my ass." I rolled on my back and he stood up and straddled me.
He began to lower himself as I guided my cock to his hole. He stopped
when my head and his hole met, shot me a sly smile and then promptly slammed
his ass against my cock shoving it fully up his tight hole. I moaned louder
than I ever had before. His ass was hot and the warmth was making me feel
like I would cum at any time. He began to aggressively slide up and down
slamming his cheeks into my lap. I held my cum and just went with the flow.
I saw him jerking his own cock as he raised and lowered his ass on my hard
dick. I couldn't help it and began thrusting into him as he slammed into
me. The popping sounds of his ass as it hit my cock were unmistakable and
turned me on even more. I was on the edge of cumming harder than I ever had
before or I was about to die (but I would have died the happiest man in the
world.) His cum started to squirt out over my stomach and the site of it
made me begin to cum hard. I could no longer contain myself and was blowing
load after load in his tight little cavern. When I was finished he settled
down on top of me with my cock still buried in his tight hole. He leaned
forward and laid his chest on mine and my cock slowly slid out of his ass.
We kissed some more and I could feel his hot cum squishing between our naked
bodies. We both drifted off again and slept pressed tightly against each
other with our arms wrapped around one another.
When I awoke he was still on top of me breathing heavily. He was asleep
still and I lay there admiring his hot tight body. I began caressing his
back and gently kissing his cheeks. I had a feeling of peace and love in my
heart and soul that I had never known before. He slowly opened his eyes
about 15 minutes after I awoke and he flashed me a cute little smile. I
looked over at the clock and saw it was 11:30. "Good morning sleepy head,
are you hungry?" I asked him. "Yeah, I am starving" he told me. "Well then
we must get up, shower, get dressed and go get us something to eat." "Okay"
he replied. He rolled off of me and headed for the bathroom. He turned on
the water and began to draw a bath. "Do you want to wash me?" he asked.
"Okay, I would love it." I got up and walked into the bathroom and sat on
the edge of the tub watching this boy. He went to the toilet and began to
pee for what seemed like an eternity. I realized I needed to pee very
badly and ran over and joined him. Watching him pee even turned me on and
true to form I was beginning to become erect. He smiled at me and said "Are
you happy to see me or what?" I smiled back at him and said "More than you
know." Once we were finished he promptly went to the tub and took a seat in
the warm water. I walked over and sat on the edge and began to cup water in
my hand and let it run over his shoulders. I grabbed the bar of soap and
began lathering it against his bare, smooth chest. He was giggling and
smiling from ear to ear. I worked the soap all over his body from head to
toe. He dunked down under the water and rinsed off. I then got the shampoo
and began scrubbing his hair. The brown locks were soft but thick on his
head and he really seemed to enjoy the rubbing of his big head as much as he
enjoyed the rubbing of his little one. We turned the faucet on again and he
placed his head under it to rinse off his hair. When he was finished he
laid back in the tub pushing his crotch up so his erect penis was just above
the water. "I don't think you got this clean" he said. "Well then, I will
do my best to get it off, I mean get the dirt off it" I replied. We both
laughed and I began to stroke him up and down his wet shaft. I continued
stroking him for about five minutes until he exploded all over his stomach.
The first shot dribbled out and down his shaft. The second shot actually
landed right above his belly button and the third shot I had lowered my head
so my mouth was above his purple mushroom so I could catch it. I enjoyed
his taste. We both smiled and then I leaned over him and we kissed
passionately for several minutes.
"Now it is my turn to wash you" he exclaimed. He rinsed the cum off his
belly and stood up. I dried him from head to toe and was ready for a little
attention myself. I was so hard I felt my balls were going to explode. I
sat in the lute warm water and he stood at the edge of the tub completely
naked leaning over me. He began to soap my body and gave me a thorough
cleansing from head to foot. He washed my hair just as I had done his and
then he gave me a devilish grin and slid his hand under the water and began
to jerk me off. I was so hard and so ready that I would only need a few
minutes to get off. I saw his hard cock just a foot away and reached out
and began to stroke it. With this new stimulation he began stroking me
harder and harder and I returned the favor. I could not hold out any longer
and I began to cum in the tub. I had never cummed under water before and
this unusual site turned me on even more. My young partner must have been
turned on by this because he kept saying "that is so cool" over and over.
Suddenly, he started to shoot his load in my hand again. When he was done
squirting his boy cream in my hand I quickly enjoyed it by licking his
essence from my palm and fingers. I got out of the tub and he dried me
thoroughly and we dressed each other. We were both spent and ready for
lunch.
We went out to eat and spent the whole day running around to the Malibu
Grand Prix to ride the go-carts, play video games, ride the bumper boats,
play miniature golf, and using the batting cages. It was great and Ryan
seemed to be having the time of his life. Any opportunity to forget about
the past few days is a good one. We enjoyed just goofing off and having
good old-fashioned fun. I was growing to love him more every time I saw him
smile and laugh. I wished this would never end. We went to a movie and
then out to dinner and back to my house. We spent that entire night just
talking and I explained to him my position on the whole "gay thing." He
said he understood because he was not attracted to people his own age very
much but was very attracted to guys my age and older. He said he had
fantasized about his own father several times and even tried to tell him
once, but his dad just slapped him around and told him he needed to find
Jesus. We have all heard that pathetic line before. If you knew Jesus, he
could cure you. Maybe, Jesus could cure some people's ignorance and
intolerance before he gets around to curing my desire to love and care for
another person. I will get off my soap box now. We talked all night and
slept most of Sunday because we were worn out. I had learned so much about
Ryan and now I wanted to protect him from all of the ignorance and
intolerance he had to face because of his being just who God made him. I
decided to call his house on Monday while I was at work to see what we could
do about his situation. School had just ended so he would not have to worry
about that for a couple of months. I called my friend that lived just two
houses down from his to see what he knew. I told him how I found the boy
and the story he told me at the grocery store and he said he had heard the
fight five days ago. He didn't know they had kicked Ryan out and told me in
fact his father had said he sent him to live with his Grandmother for a
while or until he turns 18. I told him the real story minus our sex of
course, and he told me to call the boy's mother at work and gave me her
number. I called her and told her the story Ryan had told me and she said
it was true. She said her husband was not going to let Ryan back into the
house anytime soon if ever at all. She loved Ryan and wanted him home but
she dared not defy her husband. She never came out and said it, but she was
afraid of her husband and I truly believe he beat her too. Ryan later
confirmed my suspicion. She said she would sneak me some money and if I was
willing to care for him for a little longer. I agreed and told her not to
worry about the money as I was by no means broke. I was comfortable with my
earnings as I was paid a little over $50,000 a year and since I had no
family it was easy to save quite a bit. When my parents died I inherited
their house in an upscale neighborhood in Southwest Houston.
We finished our conversation and she made plans to drop by and see Ryan.
She arrived at the house around 6:00 and was a nice looking mid-thirties
woman. I could see where Ryan got his looks from. She commented on the
pictures of all the women around my house and I told her I got around a
little but never found the right person to settle down with. I think this
put her mind at ease as she was afraid I wanted to have sex with her son. I
did and I already had, but she didn't need to know that. She offered me
money again and I refused. She talked with Ryan and I heard him tell her he
would not go home if his father was still there. She and he cried a little
and then there was silence. She came out and thanked me for all I had done
and she said she would call me in a few days. We continued to talk all
summer and Ryan and I continued to fuck all summer. In fact we had sex in
all four bedrooms, the game room, the living room, the dining room, the
breakfast room and the kitchen. The best sex came in the bathroom. I love
hot showers with a beautiful boy. As the school year rolled around, his
mother registered him and listed me as his guardian with my address. She
came to see him every week and take him some places every Sunday. I knew
she loved him but she was in a bad situation and still refused to leave her
husband. Secretly, I was glad she didn't because every time she brought up
Ryan he responded with "That little queer cock-sucker is dead to me." If
she stayed with the bastard Ryan could stay with me. The week before school
started we went to the open house and got everything squared away. Everyone
thought he was my son and neither of us said any differently. I met all his
teachers got the supply lists, and told them how to reach me if needed.
Everything was going great and we were very much in love. The day before
school started we went to the Walmart to get his supplies. While shopping
we ran into an old classmate of mine from high school. He was three years
older than me but I was so attracted to him in school that I followed him
like a puppy dog. I played high school football just so I could see him in
the shower. He was very good looking in school and very muscular for a
teen. I wondered many times what it would be like to get rammed by him. He
quasi adopted me at school and was my football mentor. Nothing ever
happened between us and I always wished it had. He had to take care of his
little brother because his mother was a drunk and his father had taken off.
He was chased by all the girls because he was so sweet ad he did not realize
just how perfect a body he had and how attractive he really was.
"Brad, Brad Goodman is that you?" I said. "Ryan Phillips!" he exclaimed.
"I can't believe it is you. How are you doing?" he asked. I told him what
I was doing now and that life was going well. He told me where he was
working and that he was really enjoying his life. He and I talked for a
little while and then three gorgeous boys came up to him telling him
everything they needed. "Are these your kids?" I asked. "Yeah this is
Nick, Jake, and Joey. They are the best boys a father could ask for." he
replied. All three boys were amazing and I wished I was him. What I wanted
to do to those boys was making my cock spring to life. "Is that your son?"
he asked. Before I could answer Ryan replied "Yes, I am Ryan Jr." I was
impressed and liked the sound of that. We talked some more and then he
asked if we had plans for dinner and if not that maybe Ryan, my wife and I
could join them for dinner. I explained that Ryan's mother was not living
with us and said we did not want to burden his wife. "I am not married,
Tanya, the boys mother, passed away about a year ago." "I am so sorry." I
told him. He said it was okay and they were all coping quite well. We
agreed on a place to eat out at and we all finished our shopping together.
Ryan was getting along with the other boys quite well and I was impressed
with his social skills. I had never seen him with boys his age before. We
each went to our cars loaded up and followed each other to the restaurant.
We had a nice meal and he invited us to come back to his house to play pool
on their new pool table. I thought it was late since the first day of
school was tomorrow, but Ryan really wanted to so I agreed. It was only
about 6:30 but I did not know where they lived and was not sure how late
they all stayed up. We followed them to their house and Ryan raved on and
on about how cool the boys were and he remembered Jake was in a class of his
last year. We got to their house and I realized they only lived about 5
blocks from us. Their home was nicer than ours and located in a little more
exclusive part of the neighborhood. We all went inside and the boys took
Ryan all over the house giving him the grand tour. It was a big house and I
wouldn't have minded such a tour, but Brad just invited me into the living
room to talk a while and catch up more while the boys played. He was the
same old Brad, sweet to the bone and amazingly the old feelings I had for
him came back. He was as good looking as ever. He had a great physique
with excellent muscle tone. He was bigger than I remember and must have
been 6'2 and about 250 lbs. All muscle, how did he do it. His hair was
short and light brown and he had kept himself clean shaven. I wanted to
place a wet one on his full red lips but I was afraid he would break my
neck. We talked for hours catching up on old times and finally we decided
to look for the boys. What we found made both our jaws drop.
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To be continued.............
To find the rest of this story you will need to read Family of Four in the
Bisexual Adult/Youth archive. This action will not pick up until about
chapter 12 but the five chapters there now are sure to please everyone who
has enjoyed the action in this story. The 7 chapters finished and ready to
be posted should be quite enjoyable too.