Date: Mon, 23 Feb 2015 12:44:50 -0500 From: Robert Mooney Subject: Life is Good, Chapter 5 Gay Male-Adult/Youth This is a work of fiction, all of it. 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 5 When my hour was up, I opened the front door, to let Gus know I was ready for him. I saw him, through the door, running and playing frisbee with Chelsea on the beach. George and Kitty always took good care of Chelsea, not feeding her from the table, and limiting her intake. Chelsea was fit and healthy as a result, and played frisbee like a dog much younger. Gus saw me and waved.Chelsea noticed and came bounding over to say hi. "Everything come out all right?" Gus teased as he ran over. "Yes, and I fell so much better," I teased back, as I did the `hi puppy! routine behind Chelsea's ears. Sated, she trotted to and out the back yard door, making certain nothing had changed since her last run. "So, how are George and Kitty?" I asked. "I haven't seen them since you got back." "They're fine, but wondering why I'm spending so much time at your house." "Did you tell them that I was fucking you silly?" "No, I told them I was fucking you silly. Actually, I didn't have to say anything. They had us figured out from the get go." "Are they OK with it?" I asked. "Well, they think the world of you, and knowing your sexual preferences, put two and two together. "It makes things so much easier, now that you're 18," I said. "Yeah, I know." He started stripping his clothes off. "Hint, hint," he said. "Again?" I teased. "You're gonna wear me out!" I said as I locked the door and headed to the bedroom, removing my shirt as I did, and dropping my shorts near the bed. Chelsea was sunning herself in the back yard. "I need to be fucked," Gus announced, pointedly. "Would you do that for me, sir?" he asked cheekily. "It would be my pleasure," I replied. "how would you like it, sir?" "On my back, so I can see you," he said as he lay on his back at the edge of the bed, reaching up to me. "Gawd, I love looking at you," he said. "And I, you," I replied as I dove onto his mouth with mine and placed our crotches together, then lowered myself onto his sexy body, ready to swallow him. One'd think we hadn't seen each other in weeks, the way we attack sex, at times. And every time we do our bed-dance, it's as if it were the first time, new and exciting almost every time. That's gotta' be abnormal, but hugely stimulating, too. I mean, for starters, Gus is beautiful, as you all know, by now...exceptional...a head-turner. And 18. You get the idea. But he sees me the same way! Now, I know I'm easy to look at, but I'm not the god he sees me as, by any means. I was 28 when I first met him, and am 3 years older, like everybody else. Fortunately, I inherited the genes of two remarkable parents, but that's another story. The point is, I know I'm, at 31, at the head of the class in both body and what...looks? Gus sure thinks so. I don't get it it though. I don't see myself as a beauty anymore, not for a long time. But it's OK, I know I've still got something, and I've got a teen god that thinks I'm awesome. Life is good. "What're you thinking?" He asked, as we lay, resting a moment. "How beautiful I think you are," I said, as I felt myself rising to the occasion. "And I'll bet I know what you want, don't I" I asked. "Oh, gawd, yes," he breathed. "Present yourself, then, however you want me to fuck you tonight." He immediately spread his legs wide, exposing his hairless hole, twitching in anticipation. Because of the positioning of his hole, his perineum is way shorter than most people, positioning his hole just under his sizable balls, and not requiring that I raise his legs to reach it. More significantly, I don't have to lift and spread his legs (though sometimes I do, out of habit) to reach his hole, It's right there. But it is easier to eat his hole by bending him so that's what I did, and with my tongue, washed his entire crack, thoroughly. He squirmed in anticipation, eyes on me, the whole time, and indicated he was ready. As I lowered his ass, my dick ran through the valley I'd just washed. I slid across his hole, but then, when I went back to do it again, I slipped right inside Gus. He was tired of me foolin' around, and wanted it, I could tell. So I fucked him, as strongly, yet gently, as possible, but so that he knew that he was being fucked. He cooed and moaned, and threw his arms over his head, surrendering himself to me en toto. That was enough to do it for me. I began pounding Gus's ass as he erupted onto his chest, without a hand. As he came, his ass muscles squeezed every drop out of me. I sprayed his insides. I think we both enjoyed that one. He always likes to remain impaled, post-climax, and that's fine with me. I like being inside this squirming, gorgeous man-child. I stay semi hard, unless, of course, he decides otherwise, and he frequently does. Gus likes to be fucked, no doubt about it. He'll fuck me, when I ask...do it well, too! But he loves to be fucked. And I accommodate him, happily. We're an odd couple, I know, but it's working quite nicely, thank you. While we were in the kitchen, foraging for food, I told him about my friend Tom, from Toronto, calling while he was out. "An old friend, huh?" he questioned. "Actually, no...an old playmate." I replied, cautiously. "Hmm, is he cute?" "Extremely. He comes through town on business occasionally, and said he'd try again. He wants to meet you." "Me, you told him about me?" He noted excitedly. "Of course, I did, why wouldn't I? I mean, I can't announce to everyone that you're my lover, but to those to whom I can, I do, with joy." I smiled at my own romantic twist and he loved it. "That is so cool," he said as he wrapped his arms around me, anew. Life is good, Two days later, we needed to make a trip to the local Trader Joe's, so we hopped in my Jeep and headed out. Inside the store, I did most of the shopping while Gus checked out the worldly offerings. I was shopping frozen deserts when Gus approached, asking if I liked bananas. "I do," I said, not looking up. "Well, those are looking very nice," he said casually, in a tone that made me think he was trying to communicate something. So, I glanced toward the produce isle. Sure enough, there was a young guy and girl looking the bananas over. I'd seen the guy around town, but had discounted him long ago as straight and unattainable. "Watch." Gus said as he walked over to the produce section. The moment he did, the straight boy's eyes barely left Gus. It was as though the guy was hypnotized. He checked out Gus' ass, his crotch, everything, and--probably totally unconsciously--licked his lips. I just grinned as Gus walked back toward me. The other boy saw that Gus and I were together, and nervously returned his attention to his lady friend. "Well, that was interesting," I noted. "You almost got eaten alive." "Yea, well he could nibble on me, any ole' time," Gus exclaimed. "I think he's hot!" "Well, his name is Gundry, I think. He works at Gold's Gym." "You know him?" "Not exactly, when I work out there, I've noticed him, though" I explained. "but never really payed too much attention to him...but I have noticed him watching me, several times. But that's it. Friends I know, think he's hot, too. I certainly wouldn't kick him out of bed, but for some reason, he doesn't really do it for me." "Wow," Gus exclaimed. "That says a lot about him, and nothing." "Sorry, I gave you all I have on him." "No,"...I wasn't being critical of you, just noting that I still don't know if he's a player." As we looked at wines, I said, "Babe, it has been my experience that, for most men, if not all men, there is another man, somewhere, that he would play with, either an image that several guys could fill, or someone specific." "That's an interesting concept." he noted. "All men, huh?" "No, but most men, I think. That guy definitely has an interest in you, though. Maybe you should pursue it." "But we're lovers; why would I do that? Wouldn't it be cheating?" "You're thinking like a heterosexual again. Straight men always go for the looks, if they themselves have anything going for them. When he runs across a man that he'd consider doing it with, it will likely be because of the guy's looks or his body. If the guy he's attracted to is, both interested back, and half his worth in salt, he'll be enough to spark an interest in man-e-mano, down the road. "I know you love me, Gus. I love you, too. But I recognize that I'm well rehearsed, shall we say, in all things gay. You, on the other hand are not...yet. Correction, you're an expert on making me happy but you need more life experience, including occasionally fulfillment of a fantasy or two. Who knows, maybe by trying on other guys, you'll get a clearer picture of yourself; you'll bring new stuff home (good stuff, no diseases or parasites or anything) but we also need to help other guys know the joys of man-on-man play." "So, you're ready to pimp me out already, huh?" he grinned. "No, I just want you to experience and grow." "Uh-oh, you said the magic word," he smiled. "What?" I asked. "Grow!" he said as he opened his fly to demonstrate. He was indeed growing again. "Doesn't that thing ever go to sleep?" I asked, half-teasing, but grabbing it anyway. "Not a chance, I'm young, hung, and full of cum!" "Indeed you are!" I agreed. "And you're incorrigible," I added. "What does that mean?" He asked, stumped. "It means, you're perfect...Gus, I'm serious about this. You're too new to put all your eggs in one basket. Explore, but safely." "OK, if you insist. Will you be doing the same?" "Probably not. I've slept with almost everybody, anyway," I smiled. "I'll bet you have," He agreed. "I won't be looking for it, but if something comes up, I may take advantage of it; you could proceed like that, too. And I predict that you'll have lots more opportunities that I would ever have...starting with that cutey with the girl, Gundry, in check-out. Tell you what," I suggested, "go over there by them, and pretend to be looking at those chocolates, next to them. I'll watch to see if he notices. Smile at him innocently, if you have the opportunity, but only him, not the girl. Let him know that it's possible, without upsetting his girlfriend, preferably."
 He thought about it for a moment, then smiled and moved into position. He picked up a box of chocolates, looked at it, then stepped back, into the guy. Gus turned around quickly to apologize and smiled his sweet smile, perfectly. Then, he smartly averted his eyes and walked back to me, keeping his back to the couple. She was aware that something was happening, but not knowing what, looked at her boyfriend and at Gus, and looked like she was trying to determine if two and two make four. When Gus didn't turn around again, she seemed to be convinced that nothing really happened, even though it actually did. Such fun! "Perfect!" I complimented. "Did he look straight at you?" "Yea, but kinda' confused." Gus replied. "He"s probably confused by his attraction to you, but at least he's aware of it. Watch." The couple was through check-out and leaving the store. The kid looked around, though, and scanned the check-out, until he found Gus standing in front of me. I was wearing sunglasses to hide the fact that I was watching him, but Gus was watching him back, and smiled again when they made eye contact, ever so briefly. The kid's focus returned to the exit, so I gave Gus enough money to get our stuff, and proceeded to follow the guy outside, explaining quickly to Gus that I'd be right back. Outside, I scanned the parking lot from a concrete post that I sorta' hid behind. They approached a blue, late model Audi. He was the driver, and had the keys. The license plate was a local one, so he was probably local, too. Good for Gus. I made a mental note of all this and re-entered the store. Gus was just paying for our things, so I helped with the bags and headed for our Jeep. "He drives a blue Audi, " I said, "Local plates." "Man, you're serious about this, aren't you?" He said, looking at me closely. "You really want me to get into that kid's pants, don't you?" he added. "I want you to not pass up an opportunity that not many people would have, and learn by it. Life is short, Gus. Sample as much of it as you dare, but sample it." "OK, I get it," he acknowledged, reluctantly. "I'll try." "That's all I ask." I replied, pulling him to me.