Date: Thu, 12 Feb 2015 21:44:52 -0500 From: Robert Mooney Subject: Life is Good This is a fictional story about an experience between a man and a boy. If you're too young to read it, please stop reading now. If it's illegal to read where you are, I'm sorry, please leave. The story is mine. Not to be reprinted. Please donate feely to Nifty and help keep the service going. Life is Good The beach was almost empty because of the wind, but one dog was having a ball, chasing a plastic bag, caught by a gust. Just then, a kid came round the corner, calling for the dog. "Come on Chelsea, let's get out of this wind! Just as he rounded the beach side of my house, it started pouring rain. I motioned him under my porch to sit it out, and Chelsea followed. "Does it get like this a lot?" the boy asked, shaking himself off and gazing out at the inferno. "Well, I've been here 5 years and never saw it rain like this. This is California, for cryin' out loud!" "Thanks for letting us hang here for a bit," the boy said. ""I'm Gus." "Hi Gus, I'm Charley. Where are you from, Gus?" "Seattle," he replied. "Here on vacation?" "Nah, Mom and Dad are having problems so Mom brought me down here for a while. We're staying with my grandparents." "The Rossamonts? Are your grandparents George and Kitty Rossamont, by chance?" "Yea, that's them. You know them?" "I do. We're neighbors and friends! Nice people. So I assume Laura is your Mom, since Audrey is at Cal Tech." "Yup, so you know my Mom, too?" "Never met her, but Kitty talks about her daughters all the time. Dotes on them, you might say. You know, let me call over and tell them you're over here, so they don't worry." I did so, and they thanked me for calling. They had been wondering where he'd gone to in the rain. I gave Chelsea some water and offered a bottle of water to Gus, who was looking at my photo gallery wall. "Are you a photographer?" he asked. "Amateur, but yea, I am. I'm mostly a writer, though." "What do you write?" "Travelogs a lot. I like to travel, so it helps pay the bills. But I write love stories, too for nifty.org. and I've got 3 novels in various stages of plot." "Cool, so you get to work at home?" "Yea, except when I'm traveling." It had stopped raining, and was now totally sunny, so Gus and Chelsea returned to their house. "Stop by any time, Gus." I said. "I will, Thanks, Charlie. See ya' around!" I didn't see Gus again for about two weeks. I saw Chelsea often, running through the sand. If I was outside, or sometimes even if I was inside, Chelsea ran by every day to say hi. And I finally met Laura, Gus' mom, Kitty's famous daughter. Laura seemed nice enough. She wore her marital stress on her sleeve, though, and was both anxious and distressed. Apparently, Gus' father was a pig. Surprise! She said that Gus had mentioned he'd met me, and that her Mom and Dad, my neighbors, raved about me, and that she was happy that Gus would have a male influence in his life. Be careful what you wish for, honey, I thought. Gus, I was told, was currently in Long Beach, down the coast, visiting a cousin. When I saw him next, I was working on a piece for nifty, when Chelsea bounded through the door, followed by a knock. I turned and saw that it was Gus. "Well, well," I began, "the prodigal son returns". Come on in, Gus." "Am I interrupting anything?" "No, but thanks for asking. So how was Long Beach?" "Nice, sin city was nice." "I've heard it called that," I said. "So did you and your cousin have fun?" "Yea, my cousin is gay, so he took me to all these places--gay places--and it was a trip, I had a ball! Learned a lot, too," he added, watching for my reaction. "So, are you making any announcements?" I asked. "Announcement about what?" He asked, looking like he didn't understand. About 10 seconds later, it came to him. "Oh, No announcements, sorry. I am curious, though, I do admit that." "Well, you're more normal than you know, my friend." I said, "so, what do you think you might do about it? Ventura has a fairly large gay community at your service, I'm sure." "Yeah, a friend of my grandma was talking about a place called "Paddy's', but I'm not old enough to get in there." "They're really tight about that too, I hear," I offered. "There are places, aren't there? for gay teens?" I groped, nervously. "Start at the Gay center , I think I saw it on Anaheim, somewhere." "I've got a better idea," he said, grinning as he removed his shirt, betraying a football player body, in cargo shorts. "Uh, oh," I said. "Is there any way I can dissuade you?" "You're not interested?" He asked as he unsnapped his shorts and closed the door. Chelsea settled in against it, protecting us. "It's not a matter of being interested, Gus. Your grandparents are my friends and neighbors." "So?" he asked as he unzipped his shorts. "This is for me." "Can you keep it between us?" I asked as I removed my shirt, revealing a very well kept body at 25. "If you'll surrender to me, I will," he said as he dropped his shorts. He was commando. He was beautiful, in every respect." "Wow," I said as I also dropped my shorts. I, too, was commando and sat back in my leather wingback chair and beckoned him. "Wow! back," he said as he approached me and stood looking, and settling between my legs. Now, I've got a nice body, I've got a nice everything. And I've got a very nice dick, measuring in at 7 ½ inches. This boy, Gus, was mesmerized by it, but was about to worship it. I lowered him to his knees. "How old are you, Gus?" I asked as I ran my hand lightly over his hip and ass before grasping a very heavy 5 ½ inch dick. "15," he said. "OK, then, understand that, if we do this, it's a one time shot, period. You're very young, dude! But you're fucking beautiful, too. I `ll play with you and enjoy every minute of it, especially being inside your beautiful body , but I may want you to fuck me, too. OK?" "You read my mind," he smiled, "and I really want you to fuck me." "You think you might like that, huh?" "I know I will." "So, someone else has fucked you?" I asked, as he fondled and explored my crotch. "Only my cousin," he confessed, "but he's got 9 inches...at 15! can you believe it? Anyway, he was my first, and I can't wait to try you in me. Do you know what a prostate is?" "Yes, I do. You discovered yours, huh?" "Yea, big time," he said before descending on me and, I think, tried to swallow me. When he finally came back up, all he said was "Nice!" and engulfed me again, as he masturbated himself slowly. "How 'bout letting me have a taste of you, too." "Sure," he said, standing up. His cock was immediately before me, and was on the short side, but fat. I put his dick on my tongue and looked up at him. Yup, he was new to this, I could tell. Just the look on his face told it all...horny kid wants to experience it all. Stretching my jaws, I swallowed his length easily. "I'm a mouthful, aren't I?" he smiled. "My cousin told me that a lot." I just kept on sucking and enjoying the taste that only teens have. I turned and made sure the door was locked and led him to the spare bedroom, my guest room, in the back. On entering, he ran and jumped on the bed and shimmied up to display himself completely submissive, I crawled onto the bed, too and settled between his nicely muscular thighs. I reached over to the nightstand and pulled out some lube, a towel, and a condom., setting them to my right, and descended onto that delicious dick again with my mouth, while I also lubed a finger. He spread his legs as his climax built. I reached below him and massaged his hairless balls with one hand, searching for his hole, and found it much closer to his balls than usual, but a beautiful pink pucker just the same. Using the finger I'd lubed, I massaged his hole and inserted my finger to the hilt. He almost sucked it into himself, he apparently wanted me so bad. "I don't need a lot of prep, Charlie. My hole's been fucked royally by a 9 incher for a week, so it's anticipating you and ready for you. Please stick it in and pause." I did as he asked, after I gloved myself, and paused once the head was in. (I knew the drill) It seemed strange that his asshole was almost the same place that a woman's hole would be. I almost didn't have to bend his legs to enter him. Almost immediately, he pushed himself onto me, and I rode him slow at first, but seeing that he was OK with it, very OK with it, quickened my pace. He was thrashing on the bed, riding my dick like I'd never had anyone do before. He was quite amazing. After several minutes, he placed his arms around my neck and told me to stand while holding him to me. "This is the deepest I can get you in me," he said as we looked down and, because of his anal placement, I could see the anal puffiness as the root of my cock was right to his back door. It was very hot! We walked around a bit, him grinding and wiggling down on it. When his arms and my back got sore, we returned to the bed where he lowered himself onto his back. "Now fuck me, please, Charlie. Your dick feels wonderful. Please fuck me." Who could refuse a plea like that from one so beautiful. I must have been in him for a good 20 minutes. We started on the bed with me spreading his legs wide, and pounding him. After a bit of that, I brought his knees together and forward, then lay him on his side, and continued fucking his magic hole. Finally, I turned him again so that he was on his knees. He seemed to go crazy so I got a little nervous and paused. "No, no, don't stop," he ordered. "My prostate is in ecstasy." So I continued but was starting to get really close. Maybe that thing I keep rubbing inside him is affecting me, too. "Can I move you on your back?" I asked. "I want to see you when I make you come." "Yes, do it." was all he could say. I withdrew from him, flipped him onto his back and entered him again. He moaned. "Gawd, you feel good. You're just right, Charlie. Not too big and not too small. Perfect!" I was stirring myself in him while he was talking, trying to see if different positions affected his sensations. I moved his left leg to his right again, so I was essentially side-fucking him. Then I reversed him, moving both legs to his left, thus fucking him on his other side. This side got an groaning shudder from him. "What'd you just feel?" I asked. "Lightening, I think, heaven!" I grinned. "You're really something, Gus. The guy that eventually gets you will be very fortunate." "I wish you never had to come out of me, Charlie," he muttered, the way teens do. "I know, puppy, I know. But right now I want you to cum. I'm close and my action from this point on will be to draw the cum out of both of us. It's time. Without changing position, I started, slowly pounding him while on this side. His eyes got dreamy. Without letting up on the pounding, I drew his legs up and placed them on my shoulders. I stole a look down again and watched my dick slide in and out of this gorgeous little ass, knowing that he was enjoying this as much as I was. I may never fuck him again, but we both should remember this fuck for a long time, even comparing others to it. Eventually, I spread his legs again and pushed forward so he too could look up and watch what was making him feel so good, preparing for the grand finale. Continuing my pounding, I said, "I'm there, Gus. How `bout you?" He nodded. I was like a piston inside him. His balls were drawn tight, and the muscles in his ass were tightening, just what I needed to start my flow, and flow I did, just as his cum flew out onto his chin and mouth, without any hands. He was silent, but breathing hard. Still inside him, I bent and licked his cum off his mouth and chin before landing on said mouth again in a kiss. While we kissed, he began wiggling his ass. I was still hard, but felt I needed to rest a minute before going another round. I need to change my condom, too. This one was full, so I withdrew from him, noting that when I exited him, the magic hole stayed open a moment, then closed to puffy perfection. When I removed the condom from myself, Gus was right there, to clean the residue from my appendage. Then he licked my balls and lifted my legs up. I liked where this might be leading, so I relaxed. He again attacked my balls with his tongue, then, moved down to my perineum, and finally my asshole. How a 15 year old kid learns a complex thing like rimming an asshole in 1 week, I don't understand. But this kid licked and sucked, like he knew what he was doing. I lifted my head to see and met eyes with the blond cutey, eating my ass. He winked and wormed a finger inside me. I'm sure he met no resistance, as my hole knows what it likes, too. I was ready, and handed him both a condom and the lube. He had trouble putting on the condom (inexperience) so I helped him. We resumed the position and he raised my legs and moved in, placing his beer-can dick at my hole. His helmet entered me and immediately began stretching me. It didn't take long to adjust (experience) so I motioned him to continue. He pushed slowly but steadily, until his pubes were tickling my crack. I felt extremely full, but looking up at the young man about to take me, I felt very privileged, too. I nodded my head for him to start, and he pumped very slowly. He twisted my hips a bit to attack me differently and found my prostate, I'm pleased to say. I was in heaven, being fucked by a young god. Life is good. ----------- If you liked this chapter. please let me know at arbymoon@gmail.com If you didn't, I'm sorry. I tried. I may be adding to this story if there is interest in it, though I would have to resume 3 years forward since Charlie sticks to his guns on the age of his playmates.