Date: Mon, 16 Feb 2015 09:47:26 -0500 From: Robert Mooney Subject: Life is Good, chapter 2 This is a work of fiction, from my over-fertile mind, based partly on my life experiences, partly on fantasy. Writing works that way for me, a lot. Writing for Nifty is fairly new to me. I love the service, though, and hope everyone donates whatever they can to help support it. It really is the best place to express yourself. Please donate as much as you can. If you're not supposed to be reading male-male sex stories, don't read any further. If it's illegal to read erotic material where you live, please leave. Everyone else, have fun. Positive comments are welcome at arbymoon@gmail.com -------------- Life is Good Chapter 2 Almost 3 years later, I got a call from Gus' grandmother. "Hi Charlie, I have a message for you." "Oh?" "Yes, dear. Laura and her husband are divorcing finally..." "I'm sorry to hear that, Kitty." I offered. "Well, it was not meant to be, I guess." she said. "Anyway," she continued. "Gus has been going through hell during their battle, and has asked if he could stay with us for a while...now that he just turned 18 and can make his own decisions and all. Laura isn't wild about him leaving Seattle, of course, but you know how kids are." "Yes, I do, ma'am. I was one of them not too awfully long ago, too. Uh Kitty, you mentioned you had a message for me? Was that it?" "Well the message is from Gus. He says he'll see you soon." Uh oh, I thought. "I'll look forward to seeing him again. Thanks, youngster!" (I frequently call her that) She giggled, which she always does. "OK, good bye toddler," she teased back. "Thanks, Kitty," I chuckled. "Is George feeling better by the way?" He'd fallen several weeks ago and had been recouping. "He's fine," she said. "He's just milking it for all it's worth. I'm on to him, though. It won't get away with it much longer." "And I know you mean that," I said. "You know I do," She said. "Well, bye for now toddler." I chuckled again. "Bye Kitty," and hung up. So Gus was returning to Ventura, huh? and giving me fair warning that he's 18 now, and legal. That's fine with me, I thought, wondering how he'd changed in 3 years. He's 18, I'm now 28. Time flies! After my first episode with Gus, and always picturing his chiseled young body in my mind, I started going to Gold's gym and working on my own body. As a testament to Gold's, three years has been good to me. They'd like me to train for competition, but I'm not interested. I just wanna look good so I can get fucked, and fuck a little, too, of course. I now can add to my resume that I've done some modeling. Just minor stuff, actually, for a local sportswear chain out west, here. But I'm told it got me into some union, so, who knows? The guy that gave me my card, also gave me a blowjob after the photo shoot. Perks of the job, I guess. My writing is going well, though I haven't been traveling, so my travelogs are minimal. I get calls from people who like my work, asking if I'd been traveling, but, with world in turmoil everywhere, I don't really want to travel right now. My novels are what are hurting right now. As I said, I have 3 projects I'm working on, each in a different stage of progress. I'm in a block, but not worried `cause I've been here before and popped out of it. It'll happen. I got lucky on a photograph I shot 18 months ago, a shot off the Ventura surfing point of a kid and his dog. A buyer gave me $400 for it, so I guess it was decent. So Gus's coming back, huh? Now this could be interesting. I decided to celebrate the news with a happy hour drink at Paddy's. Paddy's is the local watering hole in the city. It's near the beach, near the fair grounds, and just far enough from downtown to be accessible, but secluded, too. It's been through it's share of renderings over the years and the owner is very community minded and respected. The bar itself reminds me of a New York bar, long and narrow, with industrial-height ceilings. I think the building had been a mafia bakery at one time eons ago, But Ventura and time made Paddy's into the hot place it is. A-n-y-w-a-y, I walked in to Paddy's...Oh, I forgot to mention the garden area, you have to go through to get to the bar from the parking lot. An 8' high wooden fence surrounds that entrance. On the other side of it, though, there are trees and benches and bar tables, all primarily for the smokers, who aren't supposed to smoke indoors, per California law. It's a nice area though, and heavy with cruising. On a summer night, it's the place to be, provided you like bars. I personally don't, but I'm celebrating, remember. Whoopee! I sat at the end of the bar, nearest the front door. It's a long bar, too. But I like to observe, since I know very few people that go to bars in the first place. Almost from the moment he came in the back door, this kid zeroed in on me, off by myself, minding my own business. He was definitely cute, but I'd never seen him before. He stood at the waiter's station, nearest me, and looked first, down the long bar, where Wade the bartender was serving someone else, and finally, right at me. He smiled and nodded. I nodded back. He apparently decided he'd rather stand by me while he waited and moved my way. "Hey," he said. "How goes it?" said I. "My name is Walter, and are you are the hottest thing on wheels." "Nice to meet you, Walter." I said, noncommittally, "But I didn't wear my wheels, I'm afraid," I joked. "You come here a lot?" he asked, ignoring my joke. "Almost never," I replied. "Why not? Don't you live in Ventura?" "Yea, I do. I'm just not much of a bar person." "So, why ya' here?" he asked annoyingly. "I'm having a drink in celebration." I said cautiously. "What are you celebrating?" he asked. "Walter, I'm sorry. I don't know you though and am wondering why you're asking so many questions." I was looking him straight in the eye as I spoke. "OK, OK, Just bein' friendly. You really are fucking cute, though." "Thanks," I said. "Believe me, it's a lot of work." "Where you work out at?" he asked "See, there ya' go again," I teased. "All right, jeez!" "I work at Gold's," I surrendered. "Cool; I work out there, too. When do you go?" "When I can," I answered, kinda' wishing he'd go away. But he was really cute, just not too with it. "I go, every morning before school," he said. "Where do you go to school?" I asked. "Santa Barbara," he answered. "What're you studying?" I asked, becoming intrigued. "Physics," he answered. That explains a lot I thought. "Good for you," I said sincerely. "My name is Charlie, Walter. What can I do for you?" "You could take me home let me lick your body and fuck the shit outta me," and he looked `in need'. I was intrigued. "Ok, Walter. You on anything drug wise?" I asked. "No sir," he said, falling into a submissive pose. So this is how he thinks he wants it, huh? "Come on then, let's see what we can do for you." He followed me to my car, like a puppy dog. I swear, if he wasn't so fucking gorgeous, I wouldn't bother. I took an odd route home, just in case. When we got to my place, he entered and stood waiting, near the door. I brought him into the room, and ordered him to get naked. He did so, without hesitation. This little boy is a slave! I suddenly realized. Well, he's liable to be disappointed tonight. Naked, he was even more spectacular, as I circled him, admiring him. I started removing my clothes too, and heard a subtle, quiet growl in the room. Once I, too, was naked, I let him review my body like I did him. "You may touch," I said and he was all over me, studying every inch. After a while, I added, "You may lick and suck." He growled again, softly, and spent a lot of time around my tits, before swallowing my dick. We were about the same size, though he was shaped differently: narrow at the crown and the base, and thick, everywhere else. It looked intriguing...from a potential fuckee's perspective anyway. I wanted to 69 him, so I had him lay back on a piano-type stool I have, then straddled his face, and enjoyed myself on his very manly dick. While I was sucking, he came off my dick, and started eating my ass. He was very good at it, too. After a while, though, he stopped eating me and spread his legs. "Please fuck me," he begged. I kissed him. "OK, baby, I'll make you a deal. I'll fuck you, if you'll fuck me." He smiled. "That can be arranged," he said. I got behind him, adorned myself with latex, and entered his young, hairless pucker, without a whimper, or a bang. I went all the way in, and ground myself into him. His entire groin was shaved, and I liked it, and told him so. "Thank you, sir, I'm glad it pleases you." I paused, "Walter, why do you allow yourself to be dominated?" I began fucking again. He began squirming, trying to get more of me than there is. I paused again. He replied, "It's the way I was trained...by my father." and he said it very matter-of-factly. This beautiful boy! I thought. I stayed paused. "You are so beautiful, Walter, you deserve to be loved." I was almost in tears for him. "I am, Charlie, thank you, and you feel wonderful inside me. Please fuck the shit out of me," so fuck him hard, I did. And he was wonderful, very responsive, like Gus was. We came together, and lay together in post coitus bliss. "Are you a pretty smart guy? I asked. "Yea, I guess," he said. "My head's just so full of stuff, playing the slave is just easier when I want a guy, by the way. You're awesome, Charlie, why hasn't somebody snatched you up and made you their slave?" "He's about to...not the slave, part, though. This is perhaps my last hoorah." "Walter you're a magnificent creature. I hope you overcome this fixation you seem to have. If we meet in the future, please don't pull the slave thing on me again. Come to me as an equal. Slave is just so demeaning. "OK Charley, it's your turn, he said as he suited up then he flipped me over, and fucked me. "Do you like it hard or gentle, Charlie?" he asked softly, tickling my ear with his nose. "A little of both might be nice." I said after the shock of the thick middle of his horse-dick subsided. I didn't notice it so much, once we was in there, though. He fucked me royally. It was beautiful. As we lay in post-coital-bliss once again, He said "You're a hot, hot man Charlie. I'm glad I met you." "Same here, Walter. Do you need a ride back to Paddy's?" "Nah, my sister lives two blocks over. I'll go over there, but thanks. You're a good man, Charlie. People like me don't get to meet too many people like you." "If you ever need someone to talk to, here's my number, but please don't give the number to anyone else. By the way, just out of curiosity, how old are you?" He grinned broadly. "16" he admitted. I groaned. "Not again!" I cried. "Well, Walter, I have to give you my speech, then: this was a one time thing and cannot happen again. Come back in two years, when you're 18." "I may take you up on that, Charlie. I just may take you up on it." he said.