Date: Thu, 19 Dec 2002 05:35:42 +0000
From: Brad Goodman <bradgoodman30@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Truth About Me - Chapter 2
This story is a work of fiction. Some parts may be based on real life but
the actual names have been changed to protect the innocent. This story
involves sex with boys and adult men. If you are underage or offended by
this type of material or it is illegal where you live stop reading. Please
think about all the other usual crap that goes here before going on.
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I got some really nice comments sent to me from the first chapter so I am
going to try to post all of the history of how my family came to be in a
couple of chapters. They are long but worth the read. You comments and
emails are appreciated and can be sent to bradgoodman30@hotmail.com
The Truth About Me By: Brad Goodman
Chapter 2
Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep... I slammed the snooze button on the
alarm. I needed just 5 more minutes of sleep. It never seems to fail that
as soon as you fall asleep the darn alarm goes off. The boy that had been
pressed to me all night long was no longer there. I heard the splashing of
the water in the toilet as the boy relieved himself. The sound made me
realize I needed to go quite badly myself. I stumbled out of bed and headed
for the bathroom. Ben came out just as I got there. He quickly flung his
arms around my waist and hugged me tightly. I hugged him back and he seemed
to melt into me. He gazed up into my eyes and said "I love you Brad. I
never want to leave here." This put a huge smile on my face and I replied
"I love you more Benjamin and I want you stay for as long as you like." He
smiled and nestled his face to my chest. I squeezed him tight and then we
released. I hurried into the bathroom before I had an accident. When I was
finished I came out to a room full of half naked boys. Jake, Nick, Joey and
Matt were all sitting on my bed wearing just boxers. Ben was talking and
laughing with the other boys.
"What's going on here?" I inquired. The boys all looked at me and giggled.
Joey spoke first "We were just finding out how much fun Ben had last night."
He shot me a devilish grin and I just chuckled.
"Well boys, I hate to break up your fun but it is time to get ready for
church" I told them.
They all bounced up and went off to their rooms to get ready. We always try
to make the late service. I went to church as a child with a friend of
mine. I met many nice people who I treasure as friends to this day. I
wanted the boys to have the same opportunity. I am not a religious nut or
anything like that mind you. I just think it is a great place to develop
excellent relationships with others. Being a boy lover does not exclude me
from God or religion as many non boy lovers think. God is about love,
Christianity is about love and the truth about me is that I am about love.
Fits perfect. I started getting ready going through my closet looking for
something festive to wear. Thanksgiving is next week so I decided to go
with a Christmas tie that lights up. When I was almost finished I noticed
Ben was still sitting on the bed and had not started to get dressed. "Ben,
why aren't you getting dressed?" I asked. He sat there and looked at his
little feet and mumbled something. "What Ben? You need to speak up."
"I don't want you to hate me. I can't go to church with you." He never
looked up and now he was beginning to sob.
"Why not Ben?" I asked. I was very puzzled and a bit confused. I wonder
if he feels like he is evil or dirty because of what we did.
He just sat there a minute and finally looked up at me with tears in his
eyes and said "I am Jewish and I don't think I am allowed to go to church.
Please don't be mad at me" he begged.
I walked over to the boy sat next to him on the bed and wrapped my arms
around him. "It is okay Ben. You don't have to go if you don't want to. I
would never be mad at you or hate you because you're Jewish. I actually
think it is really cool."
He looked at me and a smile flashed across his face for a second. "You are
okay with that?"
"Of course" I replied "It doesn't matter what religion you are to me. I
love you no matter what."
He smiled and we talked a little more. He was concerned that God would
punish him if he went to a church instead of a synagogue. I explained to
him that for the most part the religions are the same and God loves people
of both religions. We worship the same God. He seemed pretty happy with my
explanation and said it would be neat to go to a church. He got on some
nice tan cargo pants and a sweater. We all went to church and Ben seemed to
really like the service. He kept commenting on how different it was from
the ones he usually goes too. After church we went out to eat at a Chinese
restaurant and Ben commented that his grandmother and he used to do the same
after going to synagogue. As we ate, I kept thinking about how terrible it
was for me not to know or realize Ben was Jewish. I kept thinking I was
really selfish for not picking up on that. Later that day Ben told me he
and his grandmother didn't really tell anyone because she felt there were
too many bigots in our neighborhood. This made me feel a little better.
We got home around 2:00 and we were all ready to relax and enjoy a little
football. We were watching our home town Texans play and then I noticed Ben
and Matt wrestling on the floor. They were having a lot of fun and as they
went they peeled each other's clothes off. Within minutes the two of them
were buck naked in the T.V. room. I could see they were both a little horny
as their boy boners were jutting out. Joey, Nick and Jake immediately
protested saying if they got to be naked in the T.V. room then they were
going to get naked too. Quickly, all three boys stripped off their clothes
exposing their tight, smooth teen bodies. I thought I had died and arrived
at the gates of Heaven. Here I am surrounded by five gorgeous young boys
and teens. Suddenly all of them stopped wrestling and groping each other.
They all turned to me and said "You should be naked too." I knew they were
about to pounce on me and I was so excited by it I let them wrestle me off
the couch and strip me down. Joey just turned 14 and has the most
incredible body you have ever seen. He has light blond hair, gorgeous green
eyes, a six pack and nice little pecks with silver dollar sized nipples. He
is tanned and has a nice 6 inch boner now. His cock is so incredible. It
is absolutely flawless. Jake and Nick are 13 and are complete opposites.
Nick is a very pale white boy. He is absolutely hairless. He has a tiny
patch of pubes growing in but they are so light you can't tell. He has
blond hair that is almost white cut in a bowl shape and pale blue eyes. He
looks like a very young Nick Carter. His most amazing feature is his soft,
smooth bubble butt. He has the greatest butt I have ever seen. Jake on the
other hand is mixed race white/Hispanic. His skin is a soft olive brown and
he has started growing a little hair on his legs. He has a cute 5 inch
uncircumcised penis. He has the smallest nipples I have ever seen. They
are no bigger than dimes and to die for. Matt is the youngest at 11 and is
bi-racial. He is Jake's biological half brother and is mixed black/white.
He like many bi-racial children is as cute as can be. He has the smoothest,
most perfect almond colored skin. He is thin but not too skinny. He has a
nice little butt on him but his most amazing feature is his gray eyes. They
seem to look right into your soul.
The boys stripped me down and I lay on the floor as they wrestled and
pressed their little incredible bodies to mine. I am a big guy at 6'2 and I
weigh about 255 lbs. but I am not fat. I spend a lot of time in the gym to
keep it that way. I have brown hair, blue eyes that change to many colors;
I shave most of my body hair except my legs. This gives my chest and crotch
a nice smooth feeling. I love the feeling of so many little, soft, warm boy
hands rubbing all over me. It sends chills up my spine. Joey was into
rough sex and I could see he wanted to fuck with reckless abandon. Jake,
Matt, and Ben were groping each other all over and before I knew it Ben was
banging Matt doggy style. They were so hot together. Jake did not want to
be left out so he spread Ben's cheeks and slipped him a special tube steak.
Here I was watching these boys have an awesome three-way and yet I could
wait to take Joey's tight ass. I had plopped myself down on the couch and
leaned back so I could view the incredible show. Joey got over the top of
my crotch grabbed my cock and pointed right to his raw boy hole. He loved
to fuck raw. He was not interested in lube because he says he wants to
really feel it. Before I knew it he slammed down on me and was bouncing up
and down just as fast as he could. I saw Matt working his boner and jerking
it with all his might. He was flogging away as Ben pounded into him. Ben's
thrusts were magnified by the fact Jake was ramming him with all his might.
The boys moaned and panted the sweat running down there bodies. They were
all ready to cum. Matt twitched and jerked. He stiffened and clamp down on
Ben's dick. This caused Ben to follow suit clamping down on Jake's little
boy stick. They all were beginning to cum. A dry orgasm for Ben but a very
wet one for Jake. He pumped his semen in Ben's ass drilling his prostate in
the process. Ben was in ecstasy. Matt was pumping his boy sperm all over
the floor. When they were all finished they collapsed in a pile.
Joey was still riding me with all his might. The sight of the other boys
had me on the edge. Nick stepped up to my face and placed his little cut 5
inch boner right in my face. I opened my mouth and he pushed the little
puppy in. He began thrusting quickly needing relief after watching the same
live sex show I had just seen. He was pushing quicker and quicker and then
I felt it. His hot boy juice spewed into my mouth. It was sweet and watery
and slid down my throat with ease. He tasted so good. He was moaning and
breathing so rapidly I thought he may pass out. When he had finished
pumping his cream into my mouth he fell back to the floor. He lay there
recovering from his hot orgasm. I could hold out no longer and shot my
spunk deep into Joey. He was covered in sweat as was I and my hands slid
all over his back and sides. I was pulling his hips so he was really coming
down hard. I loved it and so did he. When I had finished he sat on top of
me and turned to face me. My cock was still rock hard and up his tight
chute. He jerked his boner until he came. He loved to cum with someone
inside of him. His first volley landed on my stomach but the second and
third landed on my chest. He pumped out a little more love soap onto me and
then laid down on me pressing his boy fluid between our bodies. We all lay
there recovering for about 30 minutes. When we came to it was time for
dinner. Over dinner we talked about the past year and how we all came
together. It was very neat to remember the good times we had and the
moments we've shared. An unconventional family but a great family
none-the-less.
Some of us are born to the families we belong too and others of us have to
find our family. We found each other and that is what makes our bond so
tight. We do not have to be with each other out of blood ties and duty; we
are with each other out of choice. That is why our bond is so strong. My
mother was an alcoholic and my father was a loveless tyrant. By the time I
was ten my mother and father had decided they would like to have another
child (why I do not know). I always wanted a brother or sister who I could
spend time with or at least share beatings with. Fortunately for any future
siblings, my mother had developed problems with her tubes and could not
conceive. They tried for three years and nothing ever came of it. They
decided to adopt. My mother and father concealed their respective drinking
problems very well and passed the home inspections and background checks
with flying colors. Financially we were doing just fine. My father was a
salesman for an oil and gas company and my mother was a stay at home drunk.
My father traveled three to four days out of the week and unfortunately
frequented bars while he was on the road. This helped him to develop a
serious drinking problem as well. The one bright spot was that my mother
and father had a very nice home. Our house was a nice two-story home with
five bedrooms. We were located in a great neighborhood in the city of Sugar
Land, Texas. This is a small city on the southwest side of Houston.
For two years my parents waited to hear about getting a new baby and finally
one Wednesday the phone rang at 5:45. I had just gotten home from football
practice and almost didn't answer it because I was tired and hungry. I was
two days shy of my fifteenth birthday. I answered the phone and the social
worker told me the good news. She asked for my mother and I told her my
usual lie that she was not in. She was home but already passed out drunk.
My father would be home tomorrow and could get her sober and out of the
house to get the baby by Friday or early the next week. I left a note for
him so he could find it and get her sober as quickly as possible while I was
at school. I had a football game that night (which my parents did not
attend, but they never did come to any before either) and a friend's mother
dropped me home at 9:15 that evening. When I walked in I found my mother
and father there with the social worker and a baby. They greeted me and my
mother said "This is your new brother, Jacob." I walked slowly towards her
and looked at my new brother. He was tiny! He had a sparse growth of dark
brown hair on his head and wide-open deep brown eyes. He had a dark
complexion and this shocked me. My parents and the social worker explained
to me that he was biracial. He was half white and half Hispanic. He was
beautiful to me. I asked if I could hold him. They told me I could and I
took him in my arms. I looked at his face and I am sure he smiled at me.
He was five months old and perfect. The social worker left us and for the
next two months everything seemed to get better between my mother and
father.
One Sunday I came home from church (which I attended with a friend's
family) and found my mother and father fighting. They were screaming at
each other and slapping one another. Jacob was in the living room in a play
pen crying. My father began telling my mother he never wanted another
child, and in fact he never wanted the first one. He proceeded to tell her
that she had quote "fucked up their lives by getting pregnant the first
time." My mother responded by saying she never really loved my father but
new he would make a lot of money so she married him. That evening he locked
himself in a guestroom and she drank herself to sleep by 6:30. I had found
myself caring for Jacob again. I had been changing, feeding and playing
with him for the past two weeks. On Monday I went to school and my father
left on another business trip. That week I spent all of my hours outside of
school and football caring for Jacob. My mother was usually drunk by 4:00
and did nothing for him in the evenings. My father was due home on Thursday
evening, but when I got there he had not arrived. The next morning he was
still not home, but I figured his flight was delayed or he had to make an
extra stop for another sales call. The weekend passed and my mother stayed
in her room the entire time drinking. On that Monday I returned to school.
When I came home that afternoon my mother was sitting on the couch having a
drink. I asked her if dad was home. She looked at me and said "I forgot to
tell you, huh?" "Tell me what?" I said. "Your worthless ass, bastard of a
father left a message on our machine last Tuesday saying he would not return
home, ever again." "What!" I said with amazement. My mother proceeded
"Yeah that worthless fuck isn't coming back." I ran upstairs and went into
Jacob's room picked him up and started to cry. I don't know why. In my 15
years of life my father had probably only said about 10 words a week to me.
I was still sad, scared, and shocked that I would never see him again.
Football ended a few weeks later and I was able to get home earlier to care
for Jake. My mother was drinking more than ever and over the next six
months; Jacob was the only other person I saw in the house. One evening
there was a knock on the door. It was a mail carrier of some sort and he
had me sign for a letter. I opened it and read it intensely. It was a
foreclosure notice. I had been doing all the shopping and paying the bills
for the last six months, but I never came across a mortgage payment. As I
found out later, my mother had a payment book in her room. I read the
notice and ran into her room. I shook her awake and started yelling at her
about the house being foreclosed on. She seemed to pay me no attention and
I left knowing she was in no condition to do anything about it. That
Saturday when I awoke she was up and in the living room. When I came
downstairs and she saw me and she told me to sit down. She began to explain
that she went to our local Department of Human Services (DHS) office and had
applied for welfare and food stamps for us. She also told me they helped
her find a new place for us to live in a housing project inside of Houston.
I was stunned and speechless. I could not believe my ears. She went on to
explain that we were out of money because my father had withdrawn about
$10,000 from their savings account. I had so much to say, but sat their
speechless. Two weeks later when school was about to start we moved.
Our new place was a two-bedroom apartment in an all black housing project.
The carpet was older than I was and the building itself should have been
condemned. My new school was not an exemplary school like my old one, but
it instead boasted the lowest test scores in the state. The school was
about 75% black, 20% Hispanic, and 5% white. I easily made the varsity
football team, which was the worst in the entire Houston School District. I
continued to manage our finances (if you could call what little income we
received that) and care for Jacob. He was a year old now and I was quickly
approaching my sixteenth birthday. Every night I prayed that the gunshots,
screams, and variety of scary noises outside would not come into our home.
For the next two years this was my life. After I graduated I was lucky
enough to get a scholarship for football to the University of Houston. I
majored in Finance and minored in Business Management. Everyday I would go
to class, practice and then go get Jake from his daycare. Thank god for
DHS, because they paid his tuition. I could no longer leave him with my
mother as now she had become a 24/7 drunk. By the end of my first year of
college things seemed to be going well for us. We were poor and lived in a
rat hole, but Jake and I had each other and he was turning into an
intelligent and handsome young boy. We never saw our mother and in fact I
do not know if he knew she was drinking herself to death in the other room.
A month before my 19th birthday, Jake and I returned home and I noticed
that the usually foul apartment was even more rank than ever. Before it was
always the smell of sewage backing up but this odor was more of something
rotting or decaying. As I investigated the smell I noticed it was
concentrated around my mother's room. I knocked but there was no answer. I
told Jake to go to our room and shut the door. When the door to our room
shut I opened my mother's door. As I feared before I opened it she was
dead. I immediately called the police. I explained to them our situation
and they had the coroner come out and cart her body off. Later the coroner
reported she had died from failure of her liver, kidneys, and eventually her
heart. She had been dead in her room for at least three days before I
called them. After much legal wrangling and investigations I was eventually
awarded custody of Jake. Thank god for pell grants and my scholarship,
because with out them we would have never made it. They do not provide
assistance to family members who take in children and their is no support
given to able bodied men with children. At least I felt less stressed by
our situation.
A month after my mother died a new young lady moved into our project in the
apartment next to ours. She was 22 and had a four and half year old son.
She was gorgeous. She had long blond hair, green eyes, and a smooth white
complexion. She was tall for a woman about 5 feet 8 inches tall. I was
only six inches taller being 6 feet 2 inches tall and fell for her
immediately. Her son was gorgeous too. He was shorter than Jacob, but had
really blond hair and haunting blues eyes. Jacob was really cute but this
boy was amazing. I went over to meet her the day they moved in and to
invite them to come over for pizza. I knocked on her door and when it
opened I said "Hello, I am your next door neighbor Brad."
She said "Hello, my name is Tanya and this is my son Nick."
"Pleased to meet you both. I came over to invite you and Nick to come over
to my place for pizza this evening." I could tell she was about to say no
thank you and I quickly blurted out "My little brother would really like to
meet Nick because I think they are about the same age."
Tanya asked me how old my little brother was and what his name was. I told
her he was four and a half and that his name was Jacob. She turned to Nick
and said "Nick, would you like to meet Jacob and have pizza with Mr. Brad
tonight?" He nodded yes and she quickly turned to me and said they would
love to come by.
I said "About six." She said no he is four and a half too. "No, will you
come by about 6:00."
"I'm sorry I miss understood, six would be fine." I realized then that I
was not dealing with the brightest bulb in the box, but it sure was a pretty
bulb.
At six there was a knock at the door. I had already ordered the pizza so
it arrived just a few minutes later. Tanya and I talked a lot and Nick and
Jacob hit it off immediately and were playing with some toys in the bedroom.
She told me how when she got pregnant her boyfriend left her and she and
Nick have been alone since he was born. I told her my story and how I have
been raising Jacob since I was 15. We instantly made a connection. They
left at 10:30 and we both agreed to do this again very soon. The next day
she invited Jake and me over for dinner. After dinner we were sitting
talking some more at the table as the kids played in Nick's room and before
I knew what happened we were kissing. I have devoted all my time to Jake
for five years and this was the first girl I have ever kissed. It continued
and progressed until we were kissing passionately and I had my hand in her
shirt undoing her bra. It was getting late so we broke our embrace to check
on the kids. When we entered the room both boys were lying in the bed
together in their underpants. They were very cute lying there sleeping like
angels. Before I knew what happened we had gone in to her room and were
undressing. We kissed passionately and made love all night long. I had
never had sex before and I think steadily improved as the night went on.
That morning the boys woke us as they jumped into the bed with us at 6:00
am. They went into the living room and turned on the TV. I told Tanya she
was my first and she said she knew and was glad she was my first. For the
next 2 years we spent a lot of time together sometimes we made love and
sometimes we just held each other.
Our relationship over those two years was a very open and honest one. She
occasionally dated other men, but she and I seemed to end up together at
least several times a month. We were never a couple and had never talked
about dating others, but we both understood that we were not bound to just
one another. At the end of my senior year of college I was being contacted
by agents trying to sign me. They all said I would definitely be drafted in
the fifth round by one of the NFL teams. I had already gone through rehab
twice for my left knee and was not sure how long I would be able to play
even if I made it on the roster of the team that drafted me. I decided to
stay and finish my school since I would not officially graduate until the
following December. (By the way I was the 23rd pick of the 4th round.)
That November I was being offered many jobs with signing bonuses. My
finance degree coupled with my quasi football celebrity was bringing
employers out of the wood works. It didn't hurt that a local station did
one of those pathetic "Beating the Odds" stories on Jake and me. I got a
$4500 signing bonus with a prestigious financial firm and a job that paid
$38,000 a year to start. I immediately used the money as a down payment on
a house in a nice little neighborhood in Sugar Land. The house was a small
3-bedroom home with two bathrooms. It was only about 1700 square feet but
it had a yard and no gun shots going off outside. Jacob was ecstatic,
however, he was worried about losing Nick though. They had become the best
of friends and he was afraid that when we moved he would not get to see Nick
anymore. This was not the case. Tanya and I talked before the move and she
asked me if I would say Nick lived with me so he could go to the exemplary
school district in our new neighborhood. I told her of course I would. The
boys finished their first grade year in their new school and really enjoyed
it. Nick and Tanya were practically living with us and had moved most of
their stuff into our house. One Friday I took half the day off because the
boys were being let out from school early. I had bought a 2 year old used
Explorer after I graduated and we all got in to it. I told the boys I was
going to take them to McDonalds for lunch. They smiled coyly at me.
To be continued.....