Date: Sun, 07 Aug 2005 02:55:41 +0000 From: Brad Goodman Subject: Laws of Love - Chapter 7 This story contains erotic fiction about the teenaged boys and adult men. It belongs in the adult/youth catagory. The story involves very intimate relationships between teen boys or teen boys and men. If this type of material is illegal where you live or if you are offended by such subject matter than do not continue and leave. This story is a work of fiction, which means it is not true. This story is my property and can not be reproduced without my expressed written consent. Only the Nifty Archives has my permission to publish it. Blah, blah, blah, blah....... Use your best judgement. You know what you like and why you are here. ********************************************************************* Here comes the next installment. These next chapters have been a bit tough for me to write but I am making it through them. We are nearing tyhe end of our story and I am not sure if it is going to be a happy ending or a tragic one. I will try to make it realistic as that is what is most important to me. I hope you enjoy this enstallment. You may send your comments, feedback and pics to bradgoodman30@hotmail.com And now on with the story........... Laws of Love Chapter 7 By: Brad Goodman It was a Saturday and all seemed to be normal. Nick and I were looking forward to the final week of school before spring break and we had a few cocktails. We didn't pull the blinds to the back window and the young teacher came into our back yard. Nick was on top of me riding my cock when she looked into the window. She found what she wanted, the reason for my dismissal of her. I did not know she saw us or I would have taken Nick and fled. On Monday, when we arrived to school the police were waiting for us and they arrested me and took Nick to a foster home. Our nightmare was about to begin. The police interviewed many former and current pupils of mine as well as all the boys whom had played on the football teams I coached. Ian and Brady had denied anything inappropriate ever happened between us or with Nick and them. Brady had been jerking off and performing a little oral with Nick but it was just a bit of fun between boys nothing real serious. He lied about it all. Ian wanted so much to tell them the truth but lied to protect us and himself. His mother, however, did not allow him to see me anymore. What she didn't know is that he would sneak out to see me almost every night. I was placed on paid administrative leave from my job. The police raided my house while I was in jail and confiscated the computer. Fortunately for me Ian had suggested I install super magnets in the door way that would wipe out the drive completely if such an event occurred. Thanks to CSI or Law & Order for teaching him that one. My computer was a blank slate when they got it back to the crime lab. The media quickly latched onto our story and they began camping outside my house and begging for an interview. I called the police to remove them from my property on several occasions but I was hounded constantly. The story quickly went from a local story to a national one with the evening news mentioning my name in a report about teachers having sex with students. Our case was a bit unique and attracted more tabloid attention. How often does the boy leave home and live with the "sex offender" for over a year. The police tried to gather as much evidence as possible and began to leak true and false evidence against me. Public outcry was stifling. I did find support from some online boylovers and friends but with that exception everyone else I knew disowned me completely. It really hurt to lose everyone you love. Unfortunately, Nick and I had made love that morning and the police found his semen on the sheets and on the mattress. In fact, they found so much DNA from the two of us on the mattress they felt they had an open and shut case. I had found a lawyer and was working with him to try to get to see Nick. He told me I needed to give up on that idea as I would never see him again except for in court. My lawyer tracked down Nick's mother and got a signed affidavit from her saying she had allowed her son to live with me because she could not care for him. Cost me $2000 to get her to sign it but it was worth it. I basically gave up most of my nest egg to get that statement. The police had charged me with kidnapping, statutory rape, and sexual contact with a minor. They had to drop the kidnapping charges once the mother's statement came to light. Ian was a great comfort during this time. He served as a liaison between Nick and I. He would carry letters back and forth between us as he visited Nick. Like I said he was sneaking out almost every night to update me. My lawyer wanted me to plea the case out and to get probation or a couple of years in jail. The problem is that with those options I could never see Nick again. Armed with the letter from Nick's mom I chose to fight the law and filed for custody of Nick. His mother testified on my behalf and the court was forced to exclude any charges against me as I had not been convicted yet. My plan worked and the judge awarded me custody of Nick. However, the judge set aside the verdict pending the outcome of my trial for statutory rape and indecency with a minor. My lawyer thought it was a stupid decision to waste two months fighting for custody of Nick only to stand trial two months after that for molesting him. I didn't see it that way because I felt the statutes they were trying to convict me of were unconstitutional and planned to convince a jury to acquit me of the charges. My lawyer told me I was crazy and I decided to try and go it alone. This way the jury would get to know me. The county having the trial within four months of the arrest is a short time but it is an election year and the District Attorney is planning to try my case himself. He wants to set an example of me. My internet friend was a disgruntled lawyer and he helped me with learning the law and court room etiquette. I prepared for the next two months gathering my facts and information. The prosecutors could not get any boys to say I had sex with them but they felt confident in their DNA evidence, physical exam of Nick (which they found my semen in his rectum) and the eye witness testimony of the disgruntled teacher. Ian was taking letters back and forth between Nick and I so we could stay in touch. Nick and I were supposed to destroy the letters after we read them but I saved them in the same floor safe the police failed to find in their search of the house. Two days before the trial was to begin Nick's letter broke my heart. He was so lonely and depressed he was contemplating suicide. I read the letter and cried the whole time. Nick's letter was as follows. Dear Brad, I miss you so much. I think of you all the time and I can't wait to see you in court. I want to die but the thought of seeing you again keeps me from doing it. I LOVE YOU! You are the only one in the world that really knows me. I dream of you all the time. I am so lonely. I get to see Ian but the other boys in the home hate me. They call me fag and the lady and guy that are my foster parents are rude to me. They tell me fags go to hell. I want to run away and be with you but I know that would just cause more probs. I understand you want me to tell the truth but if I do we will never see each other again. I will try to do what you asked. I miss you so much. I feel like I have no heart and no soul without you. They just told me my mom died from drugs and now you are all I have left. PLEASE RECUE ME! You are my only hope. I hate the kids in my school and they all tease me. I am not doing well and want to do drugs or kill myself to make it end. If we can't be together I don't want to live. I look forward to seeing you in a couple of days. I hope you are right and we win. I LOVE YOU ALWAYS! Nick I had a plan to win this thing and I hope it goes as I believe it will for us. They say that jury's don't convict people based on the law but that they convict people based on personality and likeability. I was planning to find out just how true that statement can be. The night before the trial was to begin Ian came abounding through my window as he had done for the past 4 months. He was scared and yet optimistic. "If you win I want to move away with you and Nick so we can always be together." Ian informed me. I smiled at Ian. "If it was only so easy. You and I both know I probably won't win but I will try my best. I can't guarantee anything even if we do win as your mother will never let her 13 year old son run off with a 27 year old man." "Don't be so sure. I have been telling her I love you and that I am gay and she told me to not tell the truth. She said if we are really in love and you win then I can decide what I want." Ian told me candidly. "Are you serious? I somehow doubt she said that." I retorted. "If you don't believe me than read this letter she asked me to bring you when I came over tonight." Ian handed me a waded up letter from his pocket. The boy gave me the letter and sure enough it was in his mother's handwriting. It read as follows: Mr. Goodman, I have given it much consideration and thought and have concluded that Ian is deeply in love with you. I had my suspicions about the relationship between you two since we met. Ian has always talked about you with great love and admiration. I see the same love when you talk about him. I have known that the boys and you have been making love for several years but I have always denied my suspicions. I know now that the right thing to do is support my son and what he believes. In realizing such, I plan to testify on your behalf should you decide to call me. My son is happier and better off for having been with you. I know that people will turn me into a villain but the welfare of my child is at stake and to protect that means accepting you into his life. We talked for the past several weeks and I am convinced of your dedication and love to him as much as I am convinced of his dedication and love for you. Should you win this trial I will support the decision that the two of you make regarding your futures. Ian is a smart and well adjusted young man. You have played a significant role in developing that part of him. I can say without hesitation that your love for Ian is as strong and unconditional as my own. Good Luck to you in your case. Sincerely, Shelly Knight "Ian!" I exclaimed "I can't believe this. This is amazing." Ian smiled broadly and kissed me feverishly. Our kisses became more passionate and then we were swept away by our lust. I was wearing only my boxers and lying in bed when Ian entered through the window. Ian had a wife-beater shirt and cargo shorts on. I slipped my fingers under the material of his shirt and began pushing it over his head. When the shirt was off I could smell the soap on my young lover's skin. I slowly unbuttoned his shorts and lowered the zipper. Ian giggled as I ran my hands over his back and tickled his sides. Ian had grabbed my waistband and pushed my boxers down to my knees. I lifted my legs slightly and the boy pushed my boxers off completely. He rose up and let his shorts fall to his ankles revealing a flawless cock. He wasn't wearing any underpants. Ian straddled me and slowly lowered himself onto my cock. I wanted to suck him and caress him but he was cock hungry and his ass wanted to be rammed. I held his waist as he lowered himself. Ian was tanned and cute. The boy had grown to 5'6 and was completely hairless. He shaved what pubic hair he had and the rest was still so smooth. His cock had grown to a respectable 5 inches and looked bigger on his small thin frame than it really was. Ian was able to ride me hard with little or no lube now and seemed to love it. I felt his tight sphincter right above my cock head and then he looked into my eyes and slid down the rigid pole. When his ass was resting on my balls he began to ride me hard and fast. I could smell the boy and his pre-cum oozing onto my belly. I drank in his beauty as he fucked me hard. Ian was a 5'6, 115 pound, blond haired, blue-eyed angel. He had straight white teeth and beautiful skin. Not a freckle or blemish on him. Ian had very blond hair that was darker than it used to be. It was cut short now and the top was a little spiky as boys seem to like it. He had incredible cheek bones and smooth full pink lips. He had one of those cute button noses and a small slightly noticeable dimple on his chin. The rest of Ian was just as incredible. His chest was flat and thin but he had a small bit of muscle forming on his pectoral region. His nipples looked like two small funnel shaped quarters. They were a little pointy but not so much that they looked odd. My eyes traveled further down and looked over Ian's incredible stomach. It was smooth and flat and his belly button had developed into a small innie. His crotch was 100% hairless and smooth and his five inch cock stuck straight out from his body. Not big but very beautiful. Ian was cut and the small brown circumcision mark was just below his head. His shaft was milky white like his skin and his pulsing head had an oversized piss slit. The head was rosy red and leaking onto my belly. Ian had nice balls too. They were slightly loose hanging down from his body about two inches. They were hairless and smooth and not wrinkled like many pairs. His testicles were about the size of pecans and bounced as he rode my throbbing cock. Ian had defined legs for a young teen and they were barely tan and completely hairless. Ian still had one of the most perfect asses I have ever seen. It was full and round and very smooth. The pale white globes could entice the strongest of men. Ian was riding me hard his cock leaking all over me. I guided his waist and hips with my left hand as my right hand jerked his flawless 5 inch cock. His sweet round ass bounced off my crotch and surrounded my dick giving me sensations that were enough to make the toughest man cry. Given my mental state I did just that. In fact, Ian began to cry too. We both stared into each other's blue eyes and wept as we made love. I could hold it no longer and began to release my thick man seed into my teen lover. Ian started spraying his teen cream like a water sprinkler onto my flat belly. When our orgasms and spasms subsided he lay down on top of my chest squishing his fresh cream between our bodies. We slept like that until my alarm clock went off at 7:00 AM. I was due in court at 9:00 AM and was ready to begin what many local papers called the trial of the century. To be continued...