Date: Sun, 16 Mar 2008 19:43:22 +0000 From: Brad Goodman Subject: Life in Transition - Chapter 4 This story involves sex with adult males and teens and boys. If this story is illegal where you live or if you are under age then you should follow your heart. This story is not to be posted or reproduced any where other than the Nifty Archive. You can send your comments to bradgoodman30@hotmail.com Sorry about not posting updates for the last few weeks. I have been very busy. I hope that people are still interested in the story, if so I will continue to write it. I have over 15 chapters complete but it will go nearly 20 to complete the story. Enjoy. Life in Transition Chapter 4 By: Brad Goodman Rick was turning down the sheets and fluffing the pillows as he prepared the bed for a first for the both of us. Rick was still a virgin just as I was (technically) but that was about to change. He had me lay on his cool blue satin sheets. They were so soft I thought I could melt into them. I rolled onto my stomach and Rick scratched my back gently sending tingly sensations running through out my young hairless body. He gently caressed my shoulders and then gently rubbed my back. When he reached my pert little boy bubble he slowly spread my cheeks exposing my hole. My small pink boy hole was clinched a bit and he slowly massaged it with his finger tips. Again this sent waves of passion through out my body causing goose bumps to form all across my smooth tan flesh. He then lowered his mouth to the small hole and ran his tongue through my crack and over the entrance. This sent another wave of intense sensations through out my young body. My young ass was milky white from not being in the sun and each little globe rose out of the back of my legs in a perfectly round bump. They were firm yet soft to the touch. The skin was so smooth and soft that Rick had an orgasm several times just from rubbing my ass in the past. I knew I had power over him when that happened because he had spewed his man load onto me without even touching his cock. I turned and flashed a devilish grin at him and batted my pale blue eyes in his direction. His green eyes burned with passion and lit up as I had just given him the approval to take my virginity. In essence, I was taking his virginity too. Rick used his thin white fingers to scoop some Vaseline from the jar. He began to massage my hole with the gooey substance. It was cold at first but it warmed up quickly from the heat of his fingers and the heat of my warm wet hole. Rick was breathing so hard I could tell he was in sensory overload. I wondered if he would even last long enough to put his man cock in my waiting hole. His fingers penetrated me more and more reaching to the second knuckle and beyond as he lubricated me deep inside. Finally, his fingers slid in and out of my sweet little pucker easily and then he began to apply some of the Vaseline to his cock. He coated it very thoroughly because he did not want to hurt me. I rolled over and he helped me push my knees to my chest. Rick was adamant about doing this face to face. "Are you sure this is alright?" Rick asked tentatively. "I don't know" I replied honestly. "But if you want to do it, then I will. I just don't want it to hurt liked we talked about." "I promise that if it hurts too bad I will stop. I love you Brad. I would never hurt you." Rick reassured. He slowly caressed my chest as I held my knees back exposing my sweet 9 year old hole. I was filled with fear, anxiety and excitement all at once. Rick was filled with the same feelings. The one thing that made it all alright was that we loved each other. I had never loved someone as much as I loved Rick and he loved me more than anyone else too. We were two peas in a pod. Rick reached down and placed his cock head at my anal entrance. He caressed the sweet little tight boy hole with the head of his cock spreading the pre-cum and Vaseline around it. He used his right hand to guide his cock and he began to slightly push forward. I instinctively clinched down and he could tell. "Just relax, Brad. It will be okay. I promise. Just take your time and do as I told you. Act like you are taking a poop and push gently on your anus." Rick smiled as he coached me. "Okay...I trust you. You said anus though" and I giggled. Rick leaned down and kissed my sweet thin pink lips and I kissed him back. Our tongues were soon wrestling for position in the other's mouth. He pressed to my anal pucker again with his cock and to my surprise his head popped into my hole. It burned for a moment but not a searing pain like some have described. I think that Rick being not so big in the cock department helped. He didn't get much in after that before he began to cum inside me. I felt the warm man spooge fill my tight hole. It was really weird because he shot so fast I didn't really have time to experience much. I understood why some women would rather have a V8. Rick convulsed on top of me and his breathing was labored as he had what he described as the most intense orgasm ever. When he was done he pulled back and his cock head left my ass with a pop. He rolled onto his back and pulled my small 65 lb body on top of him. "I am sorry it happened so fast" Rick explained "but I was just so excited." "It's okay. It didn't hurt like I thought it would, so that is fine with me" I replied. He held me and caressed me for several minutes. He had a TV in his bedroom with cable and he turned it on. We flipped through the channels and came to Cinemax. It was an erotic movie and we watched both getting hornier with every passing minute. Before long Rick was hard and ready for more. This time I assumed a doggie style position on the bed and Rick got behind me. I felt his hot cock rub my hole and I pushed out like he had told me to do. He slipped the head in and then most of his shaft followed. I couldn't believe it. It hurt this time. Not so much that I would cry out but more than before. I bit my lip and decided to take it as long as it made my lover happy. Rick took my silence as a free pass and began to slide his cock back and forth in my ass. With every pass he picked up speed and with every thrust it hurt a little less. I realized he was moaning loudly like I had never heard before. The sound of his cock sliding in and out of my tight hole was filling the room. His skin popping against mine sound like someone was putting their thumb in their mouth and popping it out repeatedly. My body began to sweat from the heat and friction as did his. My twenty year old lover was lost in the passion of is actions and my tight boy hole was no longer tight. He kept his thrusting up for at least 8 minutes before he began to cum inside my tight butt again. He threw his head back and screeched like a small girl from the intensity of his orgasm. When he was finished he pulled out of me and fell to the bed. I suddenly felt relief and emptiness all at once. My hole hung open and his cum leaked out. I began to wonder if my hole would ever close back up. I could feel his second load leaking out and onto the sheets. It was dripping from my ass. I lay beside him and he hugged me close. "I love you Brad. I want to spend the rest of my life with you." Rick professed. "I love you too. I want to be your son" I replied. We laid in his bed holding one another until morning. When we finally awoke I forgot I was at his house. We made love again and Rick sucked my small boy cock until I shook all over. It was incredible to feel this loved so early in the morning. Rick made me breakfast and served it to me in bed. It was very cool. He made bacon and eggs and toast with jam. I loved it. I felt like royalty or a prince. We bathed together again and then I got dressed. We stopped and he bought me a couple of toys before he took me home. To be honest I didn't want to go home. I wanted to stay with Rick for the rest of my life. I loved him and he loved me. However, that was not what the world had in store for us. When we arrived at my house I kissed Rick goodbye and he told me he would see me in a couple of days. My heart sank at the thought of not seeing him sooner but I knew the drill. I went inside and my mom didn't say a word. She just acted like it was any other day. She smiled at me but it had a somewhat guilty look to it. I could tell she felt somewhat guilty about sending her only child to be molested. However, at the time I was not sure what it meant. My mom asked me if I wanted anything and I explained that Rick served me breakfast in bed. We never talked about the sexual things but everything else was discussed as if it was a normal occurrence. My mother looked perplexed and then she said "Well we have a busy day today. We are going to see a photographer to take some pictures." "Really...why?" I asked. "Oh I just thought it maybe fun to take some pictures. He is a really nice guy with lots of things to play with while he takes your picture" she explained. "My picture?" I asked puzzled "You aren't going to be in them?" "No. I am just going to supervise. I know some guys that would like to have pictures of you" she said nonchalantly. I changed into my best clothes and we headed out. It was to a very nice side of town that we traveled. We came to a large strip center and arrived at what looked like any family photo studio. The closed sign was in the window but my mother got out and knocked on the door. An older grey haired man opened the door and talked to her for a minute. She waived to me and I got out the car and went to the door. The man looked me over, examining me. After a minute he pushed to door open wide and shuffled us in, locking the door behind us. He hurried us to the back where we couldn't be seen through the windows and then he looked me over again. "Very nice Ms. Goodman...very nice" the man said in a strange accent. "I told you he was cute and experienced" she replied. The man was about 5'9 and somewhere in his 60's. He had grey and white hair and large white beard. He was plump and kind of resembled Santa Claus to me. He kept looking me over eyeing every part of me. He ran his hand over my shoulder a couple of times, across my face and through my hair as he examined me. I could tell he was getting a lot of enjoyment out of this activity. "So you want to be a model?" he questioned. "No...not really" I replied. My mother jumped in "None sense! Of course you do." She turned to the old man "he will be just fine." "Your son is a very handsome boy. I think we make a lot of money with him." The man turned to me "My name is Peter Van Hauser. And you are?" He stuck his fat little hand out. I took his hand and shook it "I am Brad." "So we are going to take pictures of you today. Are you ready for that?" he asked me. "I guess." I replied. "Good. We take special pictures here. They are called naturist pictures. This will require you to be...naked." He added. "No way!" I screamed. My mother grabbed my arm very hard. "Don't you embarrass me! You will take whatever pictures we want. Do you hear me?" I nodded. I was afraid. Not complying with my mother would get you a one way ticket to a beating. The man had many different types of setups people would normally use for family pictures. There was a beach scene, a living room scene, and old west theme and several others. I stripped out of my clothes as I was instructed and took pictures in every scene. It went on for hours. I posed in provocative stances and was constantly asked to touch myself. I was afraid of the old man and my mother. When we were done with the pictures the old man handed my mother some money. They talked for a few minutes and my mother came over to me. "Bradley, I want you to stay here with Mr. Van Hauser while I go out front and have a cigarette. Do whatever he asks" she instructed. I was still naked and the old man waived me to him. I slowly walked to where he stood and he grabbed both my arms and pulled me into him. I wanted to run and scream but I was afraid. He began rubbing me all over and touching my soft smooth boy flesh. Before I knew what was going on he threw me onto the couch in the living room scene and placed his large fat hand on my back. I was on my stomach and he was behind me. I couldn't see what he was doing but I could hear him unzipping his pants. I turned back as much as I could to see him pulling his small fat cock from his trousers. He was pinning me down so I couldn't get away from him. He lay on top of me and I felt his slimy cock push between my cheeks. I cried out "NO!" but he shoved my face into the cushion muffling my protest. He pushed into me and began to fuck my but raw. This hurt like hell. He just laid on top of me flopping about until I felt his cum in my ass crack. Thank god his dick was so small or it would have been much worse. He was flopping about and he couldn't keep it in me. He got off me and then zipped up his pants. I could feel his drool on my neck and I heard him start to walk away. I began to cry. "Stop your crying. Go get dressed boy." The old man commanded. I pushed myself up, defiled and covered with his old man cum. I had just been raped for the first time. It was not to be the last. My mother just sold me to this man and figured because I accepted Rick I would accept anyone. I hated the man more than I can remember hating anyone before that but then it hit me that I hated my mother. She had just sold me like an animal to be used. I went to the bathroom and tried to wash up in the sink and then I got dressed. I went out front with tears still in my eyes and my mother just looked unsympathetically at me. She got in the car and I followed suit. She drove us to a McDonald's but I wasn't hungry. She got me a happy meal and told me "This should make it better." I was infuriated by her comment. I began to think about killing her for the first time. I could not believe my mother had just made me take naked pictures and then let a man rape me. I did not talk to my mother for almost a month. I still had regular visits from Rick and we did continue to have sex but I never told him of the incident. I was embarrassed and confused about it. For nearly six months my life returned to a somewhat normal state. I was still angry with my mother but she hadn't betrayed my trust since that day which seemed ages ago now. Rick was taking me to his parents' house regularly and told them he had become my mentor through some type of nonprofit program. He was about to graduate early and had just celebrated his 21st birthday when he told me he wanted me to live with him. He had a very nice job lined up with his daddy's company and would be able to support us both. I was excited and told him I would like to live with him too. We used to plan things quite a bit. We would talk about what our lives would be like and I wanted this more than anything I had ever known. Although, my mother had made plans of her own and the pictures she had taken of me six months earlier were now about to bear their fruit. To be continued...