Date: Fri, 25 Apr 2008 02:12:08 +0000 From: Brad Goodman Subject: New Beginnings - Chapter 2 This story involves consensual sexual relationships between males of different generations. It may include relationships between adult males, young men, teens and adolescents. This story is completely fictional. Any resemblance to people, names or situations living or dead is completely coincidental. This story will include graphic depictions of consentual sexual acts between males of varying ages. If this material is illegal in your area or if it is offensive to you then leave now. By continuing to read this means that you are not violating the law in your area or you just don't give a shit what 'the man' tells you is right or wrong. The story belongs in the gay adult-youth section. This story is to be posted only on the Nifty Archive and its sister sites. It should not be reposted without the expressed written consent of the author. Otherwise I will hunt you down and sexually assault your hamster and shit on your front steps. Feedback is welcome and appreciated. Comments may be sent to bradgoodman30@hotmail.com Thank you for those that have written about this story. I hope you like this chapter. I am going to continue my darker version of this story as well as this lighter one. Read the one you enjoy most. New Beginnings Chapter 2 By: Brad Goodman As much as I hated to leave Alex I had to eventually return home. While I was working in Los Angeles, CA regularly, I lived in Houston, TX. I had left my new boy love to go home and arrange some things. I was on the plane headed home thinking about the incredible night I had just spent with my new teen friend. I was thankful for this new beginning and it reminded me of how our life seems to transition from one event to another giving us many new beginnings throughout our time here on Earth. I reminisced about my first sexual experience. The reality was that I had a tough childhood but there were many moments that I cherished. I guess I need to start from the beginning of my life for this story to be told accurately. It all began when I was born on October 13, 1975. For the most part I feel I had a normal childhood. My mother was an entrepreneur of the oldest kind. She was a prostitute and quite good at it from what I have been told. I knew a lot of men liked to visit her throughout the day and night but was young enough not to fully understand the situation. My father was one of these random customers and his identity is unknown to either of us to this day. We lived in a rather poor area of town and we were the only white family I can remember living in that area. We lived in the Fifth Ward in Houston, Texas. It is affectionately known as the "Bloody Fifth" by many rappers. This is the true ghetto in Houston complete with shotgun houses and housing projects. The visitors to our house usually ignored me and I ignored them but every now and then a man would stare a bit longer than he should at me. I was told by my mother not to disturb or bother the visitors and as I was a fairly compliant child, so I did as I was told. When I was eight a group of young college boys arrived to see my mother. There were three of them and I remember taking note that they were much younger than her normal visitors. One of the boys was being teased a lot and now looking back I realize he was a virgin. The two other boys went first and as they sought my mother's attention but the third boy came to my room and asked if he could play with me. I was not sure what to say and remembered my mother's warning not to bother her "friends." "I am not allowed to bother my mom's friends." I told the young man. "You're not bothering me, I am the one that asked you." the young man said smiling at me. I really wanted to have someone to play with so I said, "Okay." I really liked toys and was playing with my Ewok Village from Star Wars. He sat on my floor with me and picked up some of my action figures. He looked over how I had set everything up and then he smiled warmly at me. I noticed he was smaller than a lot of guys that came around to see my mother and much younger looking. I later found out he was 20 years old. He was about 5'8 and maybe weighed 140 lbs. He was thin and his face had rosy red cheeks. His skin was milky white and he had straight blond hair that was slightly longish as was the style of the early 80s. He had pretty green eyes and I remember taking note of that because I hadn't met anyone with green eyes before. "So you like Star Wars?" the young man asked. "Yep, a lot" I replied. "My name is Rick, what's your name?" he asked. "Bradley" I replied eagerly. Rick stuck his hand out. "Nice to meet you Bradley...can I call you Brad?" "Sure." I answered as I shrugged my small shoulders and took his hand. "Well, Brad, can I be the bad guys. I like the storm troopers?" he asked nicely. "Yeah, I like the rebels better" I replied. We chatted and played for about 30 minutes before his friends came into my room. They were asking him what he was doing and why he wasn't taking his turn and he told them that he didn't feel right about it with a kid here. In reality my mother wasn't his cup of tea. The young men left and my mother called Rick over to talk to her alone before he left. I saw him give her $10. For the next two weeks Rick came by and played with me for several hours every day, each time giving my mother $10. She would tell me to wear small shorts or tight t-shirts, tank tops, etc. each time he came over. I never thought much of it. He would sometimes wrestle with me and tickle me. I began to really like Rick. I remember on a Friday my mother had told me to put on some small running shorts with two vertical stripes on the legs. (If you remember the 80s you know the kind.) She told me not to put on any underwear and I complied. I didn't like wearing them anyway so it was no big deal for me. Additionally, being Houston in the early fall it was very hot and she told me I didn't need to wear a shirt. My mother explained to me that Rick was coming over and she wanted me to do whatever he wanted. She said if I made Rick happy she would take me to buy whatever I wanted from Toys R' Us. When Rick arrived for us to play I saw him give my mother a huge wad of money. I later found out it was almost $250. His parents were fairly well off financially and they had given it to him for school. He came into my room and was very nervous. He sat on the floor as he usually would and we played for a while. My mother left the house and told me she would be back later. She said, "Rick is in charge and do whatever he wants." I nodded and she left. "You look very cute today," Rick told me. I just smiled. I was getting used to him telling me how cute I was as he did this every time he came to see me. I was about 4'6 and maybe weighed 65lbs. I was tall for my age but I was well proportioned. My skin was slightly tanned from running around in the hot Houston sun. I had a few freckles across my face and button nose that just accentuated my pale blue eyes. My hair was a dirty blond that fell around my head in the longish style of the early 80s. I could see Rick eyeing my hairless body and slightly licking his lips. Usually this proceeded him asking me if I wanted my back scratched. He was very gentle and the feel of his hands on my back made me tingle. Rick had scratched my back a couple of times and I really liked it so I was waiting for him to ask me. "Hey, Brad...do you want me to scratch your back?" he finally asked. "Oh yeah" I replied. I laid on my stomach on the floor and he sat over me. He began to run his fingertips over the smooth soft flesh of my back. I got goose bumps as he rubbed my completely hairless body. I had small pink nipples that looked like little dimes on my chest and they began to harden. My firm smooth flat belly had a slightly innie belly button that quivered. He would run his fingers from my shoulders to my feet tickling me slightly and sending tingling sensations through my young body. While Rick did this we always talked about things...usually sex. "So, have you gotten a boner again?" Rick asked. "Yeah, last night. I did what you said and rubbed it on my pillow but no stuff came out. It did tingle though." I told him. I heard him sigh a little "You are probably too young to cum. You will soon enough. You know that sometimes guys play with each other." Rick explained. "Yeah, you told me that before. I don't really have any friends to play with." I replied. "Well, I am your friend. We could play if you want too?" Rick said choking on his words. "Really, I would like to see yours" I told him. "I'll show it to you but if I do you have to show me yours," he explained. "Okay" I answered. "Can I touch yours?" I then asked. Rick smiled warmly and replied "Of course, if I can touch yours." I was very curious and wanted to see what his dick looked like. I had never seen another penis before and the excitement built in me. Not only would I see his cock but I would get to touch it too. I was very excited about this and began to hope my mom would leave us alone more often. Rick was wearing a polo shirt and some shorts. He pulled his shirt over his head to reveal a lithe teen body. Even though Rick was 20 he would have passed for 15 or 16. His skin was milky white with a slight farmer's tan on his arms and neck. His chest was not really developed and had small little lumps for pecks you would usually find on a much younger teen boy. He was hairless except a slight happy trail below his naval. His nipples were small like mine and about the size of nickels. Rick was smiling and his pearly white grin of straight teeth, were gleaming at me. We were both shirtless and I couldn't help it and reached up and pinched his nipple. He returned the favor to me at which point we began wrestling. Rick grabbed my small body and hoisted me up as if he was going to body slam me. I reached down and grabbed his penis and squeezed it slightly. Rick gasped and dumped me on the floor. I began to giggle uncontrollably. "You got a boner." Rick then tickled my smooth hairless armpits and then down my sides. Without warning he pulled off my small running shorts and threw them across the room. I laid on my back naked for him to see. I didn't run or fight or tell him "no" or any other horror stories you hear. I liked being naked in front of him and he just stared at my young body. I was hairless and his eyes trailed over my crotch staring at my 2 and half-inch boner. I am circumcised and my little cock was clearly milky white in contrast to the slight tan covering the rest of my body. My head was slightly pink and bouncing as I twitched with anticipation. I grabbed Rick's shorts and unbuttoned them. He quickly stood up and slid them off with his underwear. I thought his cock was huge at the time but now realize it was kind of small. However, for me being so young that would turn out to be a good thing. He had a small nest of blondish brown wispy hairs above the base of his cock. His dick was circumcised and about 5 and half inches long. It had a large purple head that was glistening with pre-cum. His balls looked like two large golf balls in their sack, which hung slightly lower than I would expect. They were hairless like the rest of his body. He had a small amount of hair on his legs but he looked very much like a young teen boy. I guess that is where my obsession with that body type came about. Rick and I stared at each other for a while and I couldn't help myself so I reached up and grabbed his cock playing with the head and running my small fingers over it. He smiled bigger than I had ever seen. He reached down and started playing with my small hard cock and I was engulfed with new sensations that made me feel like I was going to explode. Rick leaned down and kissed me on the forehead without letting go of my cock. His other hand was rubbing my smooth small chest. He then kissed my lips. I was shocked at first but I liked Rick and would do anything for him. We kissed several more times and then he leaned back and just stared at me again. "I love you Brad. I have never felt like this about anyone before. I love you more than my own family," he said with a huge smile. I smiled back and replied, "I love you too. You are my best friend." We played with each other more and then that tingling sensation over came me and I felt like I had butterflies in my stomach. I bit my small thin pink lips as he made me feel so good. Then he said that he wanted to rub his dick on my butt. I told him okay and rolled over. He slid it into my crack and began to slide it back and forth, faster and faster. Rick began to sweat and it started to drip on me. My small, round boy butt was smooth and firm and he was rubbing my back as he ran his cock back and forth in my ass crack. I could hear him grunting and moaning as he came closer to orgasm. I could feel his pre-cum in my crack and it made his cock glide easier against my skin. He pumped more and more and then I felt his cum fly out onto my lower back. He squealed and squirted at least four large globs of man seed on my back. I wiped some onto my hand so I could look at it. I was amazed at its consistency and played with it like it was play-doh. He collapsed next to me and pulled me on top of him kissing me gently. I kissed him back and smiled. "You are the most amazing boy I have ever met, Brad." Rick told me. "Thanks" I replied coyly. We wrestled and tickled each other for another 30 minutes before my mom came home. We eventually got dressed and he left after he talked to my mom. This went on for almost a month and I enjoyed playing with Rick. He continued encouraging me to try new things and I eventually allowed him to finger my butt. This progressed to the point where he was rimming my butt every week. He really seemed to enjoy it. However, to be quite honest I just tolerated it. I guess some people like it and some people don't like it. I just got nothing out of it but since he loved it and I loved him, I let him do it. I was snapped back to reality as my plane landed at Bush Intercontinental Airport. I was still in a daze remembering how Rick had given me a new beginning in life. It had been a long time since I thought about him. He meant the world to me back then and if it wasn't for Rick I may not have met Alex. As I got into my car to head to my house I began to think about Rick again and what he meant to me. To be continued...