Date: Mon, 16 Feb 2015 18:34:26 -0500 From: Robert Mooney Subject: Life is Good, Chapter 3, Male/Adult/Youth This is a work of fiction, based on some personal history, a lot on fantasy. All the characters are fictitious, of course, and the story was born in my mind. I love Nifty and the fantasy it provides for so many. Please contribute to Nifty as you are able. If you are not old enough to read sexplicite material, please leave now and read no further. Likewise if it is illegal to do so where you live. Positive comments are welcome at arbymoon@gmail.com --------------------------- Life is Good Chapter 3 A few days later, Ventura was in a minor heat wave. Temperatures soared into the low 90s. I'd been faithfully watering my garden all morning for the heat, and decided to lie down for a while, before beginning my writing. I'd been actively working on 3 different projects since I'd hooked with Walter. I think it was the getting-fucked part, rather than the fucker part that jump started my creative juices, truth be told. My little house is disguised as a cottage, amongst two other similar, but larger homes, just south of me. I enjoy a fair amount of privacy, naturally, but wanting it to be even more so, I engaged in a couple projects over the years, one a landscaping upgrade, and the other a pergola along the north side,the one most likely to suffer real estate intrusion eventually. The third was a security system. This is Southern California, after all. At the moment, I had no neighbor on one side. Instead, was a small utility building and, an access road, and then the condos, 4-stories high, beyond that. I was being a pig, laying on my couch, dripping in sweat, yet comfortable at the breeze that was blowing from the beach, through the house and out the back. That was the best part of this house, the cross breezes. The builder knew that and used it. I love this place. It's not fancy, but practical. Right then, though, I knew what I needed was a shower. I'd feel better with my landscaping sweat off, I'm certain. I set the security and went to my room, turning on a `b-Tribe' album on my way. In the shower, as the water ran across my tired skin, I thought about getting off, but decided to wait, though waiting is not something I do well. As I was toweling, I heard, through the music, a scratching at the door. I threw on a big oversized towel and went to answer it. Disengaging the security, I opened the door. Of course it was Chelsea, and standing next to a porch post was Gus, 3 years older and filled out beautifully. "I'm glad you took care of yourself for me Charlie," he announced. "You look fucking edible." he grinned as he pushed off the pole and threw himself at me. "Do I know you, sir? What are you selling?" I asked with a grin, looking him over thoroughly, front and back. your ass looks wonderful, little boy. "Gus, you've grown..." "Couldn't help it, man." "...Beautiful," I finished. He smiled and pulled me to him. "Can I kiss you now?" I was so taken by him, I just nodded. He closed the door, wrapped his arms around me and kissed me as familiarly as if we'd been kissing every minute for the past three years. "Welcome back, puppy." I said finally. "Do you still want me, Charlie?" A tear came to my eye. "I do. God help me. I do." He grinned again. gazing beyond me for a moment. "I'm legal now, Charlie. No more worries." He turned back to my eyes, "I've thought of you almost daily since I last saw you last and knew you'd remember me. I want you Charlie. I want to mark you as mine as I want to be for you. Will you have me?" "Oh, Gus..." I said as I kissed him again, not answering his question just yet. "I've been intrigued of the attraction we have had since we met," I started as I pulled him into the room. "Let me see what you've done with your chest, please puppy." In one motion, Gus removed his shirt, his focus on my body the entire time. "Gus, Gus...have you been lifting weights?" "Yes, from the day I got back to Seattle. Mom thought it was a healthy thing to do, too. Little did she know..." "How is Laura doing," I asked. thinking after I said it, that I maybe should have said `your Mom' "Well, with me leaving the nest, she'll be forced to have a life of her own or die. She's a mess. I couldn't handle it anymore." I looked to the ceiling."Thank you God, for not making me female." "Speaking of which, I took off my shirt." he said, grinning. "It's your turn to take something off...." The towel had bunched on the floor before he finished speaking He just looked at me like he didn't know where to begin. His hands went to his shorts and magically, they were bunched around his ankles, too. I didn't know where to begin. either. We walked toward each other in slow motion. When our bodies were finally against each other, Our dicks knew where to rest, side by side. My balls, hangers, slammed into his. We kissed and held and hugged and soon slid across each other because of the humidity and our own pre-cum. It felt damn good though. We separated long enough for me to lock the front door and lead him to what I fondly call, `the garden'. "Holy mackerel!" He exclaimed when he stepped out into it, "You've been busy. It looks awesome! What are you planning to run through the pergola? And it's totally private back here?" "I'm not sure, and yes." I replied. "I'm thinking wisteria, maybe. It'd do well down here, I'm told. And yes, I made it as private as I could, given we have neighbors. "How `bout if you do something like the pergola on the neighbor side, too." he suggested. We walked naked to the other end and eyed the wall from that end as well. "Well, there's been no rush on that, since they're living in Zimbabwe at the moment. They travel a lot. They know I'm gay, anyway, so it's no biggy." Well, it looks magnificent, Charlie. You did good." "Thanks, Gus." I said. "I did it so we'd have options where we can fuck, `cause I have a feeling we're gonna be doing a lot of that, you and I," as I moved us to a heavy lounge near the door. I sat down and back on it . He straddled the cushion, facing me. As I remembered, his anus is higher than most guys, so with his legs spread, his rosebud is exposed, just under his balls. I wanted to dive into him and fuck him silly. "Well, I think I need to try everything on before I buy." he declared smiling mischievously . "OK," I said, as I stood back and displayed myself, "What do you want to try on first?" We both laughed and fell back together. "Can I fuck you first?" he asked shyly. "Of course you can, baby." I got up, laid the lounge flat, and sat down again, leaning forward to take his thick, rising dick in my mouth. "Wait," he said, "Let's 69." The lounge was big enough and sturdy enough, so we moved into position and devoured each other. I quickly realized that Gus had gained a good inch and a half in length over the last 3 years And that it was still fat. My poor ass was going to get a workout tonight...and probably love it. I remembered that part of the reason for our mutual attraction was how we fit together, in both rolls, though his dick, though fat, was not as commanding back then. Longer is good, though, and anticipated. My dick is the same dick he loved 3 years ago, and still does, apparently, because he's doing some pretty interesting things with his mouth. He's been practicing, God love him. We paused. "Gawd, I love your dick, Charlie," he said. "Yours is new and exciting, too. You've grown nicely, Gus, real nicely. Uh, there's a small basket of lube a condoms and stuff under us about there." He found it, and prepped us on all accounts, my ass and his dick, gloved and slick. He said, "I know my dick is still fat, so how would it be easiest for you, Charlie. I want you but I want my fucking you to be as good as I remember yours being for me, three years ago.." "Well, let's get to it then, dealer's choiceI" I cautiously offered, smiling. He began by pushing my legs back and parking his dickhead right at my hole. "Uh, you're still kinda new to this, huh?" I asked. "I know how to fuck!" He protested. "Do you remember how to prep your partner for that big dick of yours?" "Oh yea, sorry. In my eagerness, I did forget that, huh?" He sat back on his haunches again and slowly inserted a finger into the ring. "That's it," I instructed. "What you're doing is relaxing my sphincter muscle so that 1) you can more easily get in, and 2) make it more comfortable for the fuckee, moi. After you feel I'm taking one finger OK, try inserting two fingers. Stretch my hole." He did so, very gently, stopping to kiss me occasionally. He was doing a good job, too. I noticed he was watching my face as he finger fucked me. Once he got the second finger going, he tried a third finger, too. It went in easily `cause I was now anticipating his dick inside me. "OK, I think I'm ready for you now, puppy." He parked his crown at the entrance and I told him to push gently. As he did, I pushed out, and got him in the door. I felt the thickness immediately, and made him pause in his advance. He obediently did so, but I relaxed quickly and pulled him into me. He just sat there, gazing down on me. "Are you OK, Charlie? he asked, concerned. "I'm getting better, baby. You feel good in me. Try long dicking me slowly." He did and said, "Oh gawd that feels awesome." "It feels awesome on my end, too, believe me. When you hit me...right...there," I said, "you rub against my prostate gland, and it's heaven." "Sounds like what I call my `sweet spot', like you hit in me." "Probably the same," I said. "OK baby, I'm relaxed enough now, show me what you got." He grinned mischievously, and began long dicking me again, coming almost all the way out and pushing it back in hard. Then he staccato-fucked me for a minute, hard, then stayed all the way inside me and drove my prostate wild. "That's it right there, isn't it?" He asked." I nodded. "I want to spray it with cum and mark it mine." he muttered. "Go ahead, baby, `cause you've got me ready, too. Just a couple more swipes like that and...unghhh...here I cum, Gus." He came hard, too, though I couldn't feel the spray because of the condom. I have a good imagination, though. He seemed to cum a lot, or at least he looked pained for quite a while. When he withdrew, his condom was overflowing. I helped him discard it, and wiped us both off with a moist towel. "How'd I do?" He asked as we lay together in post-coital bliss. "You were perfect, Gus. Your new length reaches my `sweet spot' exactly, so you can fuck me any time you want." "Well, if it's OK, I know I'll be wanting you to fuck me mostly." he pleaded. "I've dreamed of you fucking me every night for the last 3 years." "Really, I've dreamed of being inside you, too." I admitted. "Really?" he asked, "then why did I fuck you first?" "I dunno," I replied, "You wanted to do me first. But I was eager to try on the new you anyway, and I loved it, and I love you, so there." "Wow, you really can love me?" "I really do love you, Gus." I corrected. "Oh, Charlie!" he sighed as he covered my mouth with his. We kissed long and deep. When we finally came up for air, I added, "I do want you Gus. If you want me, I want you." "Oh, Charlie!" he smiled and kissed me again. ------ More to come, soon enough. Robert arbymoon@gmail.com