Date: Mon, 05 Jan 2004 03:16:17 +0000
From: Brad Goodman <bradgoodman30@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Truth About Me - Chapter 22

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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Thank you to the three people who are still reading this story.  Your emails
were appreciated.  This will be the last chapter to this story.  The
direction of the story and the direction of my life are traveling in
seperate directions for the most part so I am going to stop writing it.
However, look for "Unconventional Family" here on Nifty because I will
continue this story there.  I do appreciate the three emails I got and I
know I replied to them all but I want to thank all of the non-emailing
readers for their support as well.  Feel free to drop me a line anytime.
Your comments and emails are appreciated and can be sent to
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The Truth About Me
                     By: Brad Goodman
Chapter 22- The Final Chapter


	John and I walked into his house and were both shocked to see his mother on
the floor in the same position she was last night after falling off the
couch.  We went to her but I already feared the worse.  John shook her and
called out at her "Mom...Mom...Mom...Are you okay?"  She did not stir but I
saw a shallow breath.  I went to her and felt for a pulse and did find a
faint one.  I told John to call 911 and tell them we needed an ambulance.
He did as I told him and I rolled her onto her back and noticed she had
taken quite the blow to her temple.  Her forehead was red, black and blue.
She had a huge swelling around the temple.  John put the phone down and said
the paramedics were on their way.  He looked very worried and distraught.

"I wished she was dead last night but I don't really want her to die.  I am
so scared...." John confessed as he began to weep.  I stood up and took him
into a deep embrace.

"It's okay John, your mother is not dead.  It is definitely not your fault.
You never made her drink, that was her choice."  I tried to comfort him.

The reality of the situation is that I was here the night before and did
nothing to help her either.  I did not know she had caused so much damage to
herself but I should have checked.  I was feeling really guilty about the
whole thing.  I told John that we needed to play it cool with the police and
paramedics and tell them that she was passed out on the couch so he came to
spend the night with me and my boys.  He agreed and soon we had three
paramedics and two police officers looking over the scene.  We explained to
them how we found her and what we thought happened and the paramedics
confirmed the injuries as being consistent with our story.  The police asked
John if he had any relatives and he said no.  They asked if I was close to
the boy and I told them I was his coach and a close friend of the family.
They explained they would need to call Child Protective Services to find a
place for John and I told the police I would take him since he was so close
to us.  They said that would be okay and I took John to the hospital.  After
several hours the doctor finally came out and explained to us that his
mother had fractured her skull on the table and then began to bleed onto the
brain.  The pressure on her brain built up overnight and caused severe brain
damage.  He said she would have died if we hadn't found her when we did.

John was weeping and I could tell he felt very guilty.  The doctor asked if
his mother drank a lot and John told him she did.  He went on to explain
that she was also suffering from sclerosis of the liver and her kidneys were
failing.  She would have drank herself to death in 6 months anyway.  Then he
laid the bomb on us telling us she was basically in a vegetative state and
would never recover.  She was going to need to be fed through a feeding tube
for the rest of her life.  He said she could sustain a pulse and would
breathe on her own but there would be no cognitive functioning what so ever.
  I told the doctor I would have John and gave him my number.  John just
cried and hugged me.  We visited his mother and she was in bad shape with
tubes and wires all over her.  John could not take it and asked to leave.
We did and I took him home to pack up some things so he could stay with us.
He packed the raggedy clothes he had and some other toiletries and personal
items.  We headed back to my apartment and met with Jake and Nick and said
John would stay with us for a while.  They understood and welcomed him.

"Where will he end up?" Jake inquired.

"I don't know." I answered.  "Do you have any relatives at all?" I asked
John.

"No.  All my grandparents are dead or we never talk.  I do have an uncle but
he is in jail too.  I don't know of anyone."  John sounded so scared.

"Do you have a really good friend or a close family that you could live
with?" Nick asked.

"Well, not really.  There is one guy I want to live with but I haven't known
him that long.  He is the only one I really love."  He replied.

I already knew who he was talking about but Jake asked "Who is it?"

John turned beet red and he didn't say a word he just pointed at me.  Nick
and Jake gave him a stern stare and didn't say a word at first.  The boys
conversed in whispers for a minute and then Nick walked over and put his arm
around John.

"If you want to stay here we have one condition."  John nodded and Nick
continued "You will have to share that fine ass of yours with us too."

All the boys laughed a little and I felt it was a little out of place with
all the trauma of the day but said nothing.  John readily agreed and then it
was settled he would stay with us.  Now we just need to get Child Protective
Services to agree.  That night we all just watched a movie and hung out.
When the movie was over we all headed to bed and John wanted to sleep with
me and I agreed.  Nick and Jake were a little jealous but they knew he
needed to be held.  We all headed to our respective rooms and started
getting ready for bed.  I stripped to my boxers and John did the same.  We
climbed into bed he wriggled his little body right next to mine.  He turned
and faced me and then he kissed me full on.  I kissed him back and wrapped
my arms around him.  We kissed a little more and then he just buried his
head into my muscled pecks.  I could feel his warm wet tears run down my
chest and he sobbed a little.  I caressed his hair and kissed the top of his
head.

"It is going to be okay.  I know it hurts but things will work out in the
end.  I love you John and I will always be there for you.  It is perfectly
fine to be sad and scared."  I kissed his forehead as he looked up at me.

John wiped a tear from his eye and squeezed out a smile and then said "I am
not just crying because I am sad but because I am so happy to be with you.
I know you will always take care of me like you do Jake and Nick and no one
has ever done that for me before.  I love you more than anyone and want to
be with you for the rest of my life.  I want to be in your arms like this
forever."

I kissed him again on the forehead and he lifted his head so our lips met
again.  We began kissing more and more and then John crawled on top of me.
I could feel his hard boy cock pressing through his boxers against my tight
stomach.  I pushed him back a bit and looked into his eyes.

"I am not sure this is the right time for this.  With all that has happened
today I think we should keep it in our pants tonight."  I smiled at him.

"I want you so bad and that is what will make me feel better.  I need to
feel you inside of me, please."  He begged me.

He leaned back down and began to kiss me again slipping his tongue in to my
wanting mouth.  I gave into John and placed my hand on the back of his
smooth hairless knee and ran my fingers over the soft skin following his leg
to his nice pert ass.  I ran my fingers up the loose leg of his boxers and
caressed his tight little ass.  He moaned and pushed more of his tongue into
my mouth.  I now used both hands to grasp and squeeze his cute little
globes.  I had one hand on each cheek and was squeezing them together and
then pulling them apart.  His hands ran over my chest and he groped my
muscles.  I began to slide his boxers down and he quickly removed his hands
from my chest and pushed them down fast.  He kicked them off his ankles and
ground his 4 inch cock into my body.  I felt his pre-cum ooze onto me and I
could feel my own cock leak through my boxers.  John slid down my body
grabbed the elastic of my boxers and pulled them down my legs and off.

He kissed up my legs licking some as he progressed back to my crotch.  I was
in heaven feeling him kiss and lick over my legs.  His hands were caressing
my legs as well and the feeling of his little hands over my flesh was
driving me wild.  He finally reached my balls and he licked them thoroughly.
  He bathed my nuts with his tongue sucking in each of my egg sized cum
producers into his mouth one at a time.  He was very good.  This boy had
practiced yet he was still so innocent about it all.  John washed my balls
good and then he began to lick over my cock.  His small wet tongue teased
every part of my hard dick.  He licked my slit to taste my pre-cum.  I let
out a little moan and he looked up and smiled.  I ran my fingers through his
hair and then I had him spin so his cock was hanging over my face as his
face hovered over my hard prick.

I sucked his boy meat into my mouth and licked over the head continuously.
He began to bob up and down on my shaft and I did the same to him.  He began
the thrust his cock down into my waiting warm mouth and I bucked upward into
his.  It was a very exciting 69 for the both of us.  Without warning the boy
tensed and spewed his load into my waiting mouth.  I savored his taste
before swallowing his watery load.  He stopped sucking me and turned to face
me and collapsed on my body.  I loved the feeling of his warm smooth flesh
pressed against me.  I was still hard and leaking and before I did anything
John sat up and straddled my cock and then impaled himself on my flesh
sword.  He dug his fingers into my chest and I grabbed his hips.  He started
to rise and fall quickly taking me balls deep into his hot moist hole.  He
clamped onto my cock and began to ride me like we were at Churchill Downs.
He bounced with an intensity and desire I have not seen in a while.  His boy
cock was pointing straight out and his balls and cock slapped against me
every time he slammed into my crotch.  I put a hand on his beautiful flesh
rod and stroked it.  I needed to cum so bad but I wanted to hold it as long
as I could.  His little cock was beautiful but since he just cummed it was
going to be a while before he would do it again.  I was not sure I could
last as his smooth globes smashed my crotch repeatedly.  Our flesh popped
together as he raised and lowered himself intensely.  I grabbed hold of both
his hips again and pulled him down on my cock as hard as I could, he threw
his head back and moaned.  I fired off about 6 good rounds into his tight
awaiting boy pussy.  He ground back and forth on my cock not rising at all
to milk my snake of its precious fluid.

I was gasping for air and floating in heaven and John stayed on my hard cock
and jerked himself to orgasm.  He spayed his cum all over my belly.  The
loose cum sliding all over my six pack.  He laid down on top of me and I
wrapped my arms around him.  My cock stayed hard and in his ass.  We fell
asleep in this position and sometime during the night my cock must have
slipped from his hole.  The next morning we awoke and showered and then I
took all the boys to the Krispy Kreme for some donuts.  I took John to see
his mother and the doctor said she was not improving at all.  It was hard
but John just couldn't see here and asked to leave.  We went and got the
boys and then we went to look at some houses I was interested in buying.  We
looked at several and one house caught my eye.  It was just about $300,000
but it had 6 bedrooms, 5 baths, and was about 4500 sq. ft.  John couldn't
believe that he may actually live in a place like this.  I loved the place
it was perfect.

We met with Sheila and the boys later that day and she told me she had
something she needed to talk to me about.  She took me into her bedroom and
shut the door.  All five boys were playing video games in the living room.

"Brad, I need to tell you something and I don't want you to feel like I did
this on purpose or I am trying to trap you.  If you want to walk away after
I tell you I will never bother you again."  She had a tear in her eye.

"I am sure there is nothing you can say that is going to send me running for
the door." I smiled reassuringly at her.

"Well, Brad, I am pregnant.  I think it happened that first time we did it.
I did not plan this and there is no pressure on you.  I just thought I owed
you the courtesy of telling you."  She looked to be on the edge of crying.

I grabbed her hand and looked her in the eyes.  "Sheila, I care about you
and the boys and I am glad you are pregnant.  I want you to move in with me
and the boys when we get our new place.  I think we can all be one big happy
family."

She smiled and kissed me.  She and I made plans to look at the house and
then we talked about everything in our lives.  When we came out it was
dinner time so we took the boys out to eat and filled them in on everything.
  I was in shock but I knew this was the right thing to do.  Everyone was in
shock too but we all seemed happy.  Our lives were changing for ever and it
was going to be the ride of my life.  By Halloween I had gotten the house
and we were planning to move in on November 1st.  Sheila, Jeffrey and
Michael were planning to move in with us.  Sheila had put her house on the
market and we were ready to commit.  I never offered marriage and she never
asked for it but I guess we were more interested in the commitment than
anything else.  During this wild month of October CPS awarded me custody
after their less than 30 days of evaluation of John's situation.  They were
just happy to not have to deal with another teenage kid.

Sheila had a crappy old Camry that must be 10 years old so we got her a new
Ford Excursion.  With so many boys we needed the space and she loved it too.
  We lived 15 minutes from my job and 10 minutes from hers.  I was still
coaching John's 7th grade team and I was loving it.  We were 5-1 and had 2
games left.  I had grown quite close to some of the boys.  They all were
growing quite a bit from the shy boys I first met to the hardworking team
they had become.  As we moved into November with just two games left I
informed the boys they could all come over for a huge pool party sleep over
if we won them both.  They were all excited as John had filled them in on
our new digs.  There were 34 boys on the team and I knew this would be a
challenge but I figured it would be quite fun too.  The next two weeks were
very exciting and had turns that would change our lives for ever.


The End.........However if you find "Unconventional Family" here on Nifty
then you will see that the characters live on......