Date: Sat, 14 Dec 2002 07:06:03 +0000 From: Brad Goodman Subject: The Truth About Me - Chapter 1 This story is a work of fiction. Some parts may be based on real life but the actual names have been changed to protect the innocent. This story involves sex with boys and adult men. If you are underage or offended by this type of material or it is illegal where you live stop reading. Please think about all the other usual crap that goes here before going on. ****************************************************** This story is for all of you who have emailed me about other stories I posted to the Nifty Archives. One person told me they felt like they lost a good friend when I stopped writing about the boys. Well this will bring us back. I cannot guarantee how often I will update it but I will try for those of you who are addicted. This first chapter is all new. After this I will include some old stuff so any new readers won't be lost. You comments and emails are appreciated and can be sent to bradgoodman30@hotmail.com The Truth About Me By: Brad Goodman Chapter 1 The Truth About Me I laid there looking at the ceiling for hours. I had the sheets pulled down exposing my chest and abdomen to the cool night air. I could feel the soft warm flesh of the boy's body pressed to mine. He was a small boy and his breathing was slow and even. He was so at peace and so relaxed I felt he may sleep for ever. I have not been that comfortable in quite a while. The boy had his small hairless leg draped over mine underneath the covers and as he slept he would gently rub it up and down my thigh. My cock snapped back to attention. This boy was incredible and I could not believe the happiness we had shared just a few hours earlier and the comfort we found in each other's arms. I could have lain like this for ever if it wasn't for my pesky six inch erection begging for attention. I could feel my pre-cum oozing out and down my shaft. I wanted to jerk my cock till it exploded but I did not want to disturb my beautiful sleeping boy. He was a small boy about 80 pounds and just shy of 5 feet tall. He was slender and had incredible soft brown eyes. In the dark his warm, smooth flesh was pressed to mine and his soft and tender skin tickled every inch of me that it touched. If this was not Heaven it was as close as I had been to it for months. He had sandy blond hair turning to a beautiful light brown or auburn color. The boy was about 11 and had a smile that lit up a room with his sparkling white teeth. The boy had amazingly straight teeth for never wearing braces. He had soft features and a cute button nose. His skin was pale and milky white but he didn't have a single freckle on his body and I checked for hours earlier this night. Benjamin is a friend of my sons and he has had a rough time. He came over a couple of days earlier to talk and ended up staying every night since then. I am one of the few men in my neighborhood who takes the time to talk to the boys. Many of the kids these days are living with their mothers and get little interaction with a caring male. Our house has become the haven for boys looking for a man. This is not necessarily a sexual thing and if you can't understand that than you might as well stop reading. Some boys just need to talk to a man some times; some just need a hug and some reassurances, while others need everything you can give them. Ben was the last type of kid. His mother left him with his grand-parents right after he was born. They never really new who his biological father was and as his grandmother said she really didn't care. His grandfather died when he was 5 and his grandmother has been raising him since. She is a kind older woman but it is very difficult for a 77 year old woman to raise an 11 year old boy on her own. They have lived next door to us for two years since we moved into this house but I really got to know the boy when his grandmother had a stroke about 4 months ago. He came to our house in tears and hysterics. He was so scared. We called an ambulance and got her rushed to the hospital. We brought him home with us that night and he stayed for two months before his grandmother got out. Thank God it was a mild stroke and she had very few side affects. Unfortunately, the last two months have been very rough on her and she has encountered problem after problem. My boys and I have grown quite close to Ben and his grandmother over the past two months and she finally asked that if anything happened to her if I would care for Ben. I already have four boys of my own and I told her yes thinking how hard can one more be. Two days ago Ben came to talk to me and he needed the hug and reassurance I mentioned earlier. When I went to take him back home next door, we found his grandmother on the kitchen floor unconscious. It was very scary for me and I can only imagine how hard it was for Ben. We called an ambulance and once she was at the hospital for about four hours the doctors told me she had another stroke but this time she was going to have severe brain damage, paralysis, and loss of other motor functions. They said she would need to be placed in a nursing home for the rest of her life as she would not be able to care for herself. Once we got home Ben asked if he was going to live with me for now on and I told him I was not 100% sure but if his grandmother did not get better I would always be there for him. He was happy with this answer and he asked to sleep in my room. I agreed and he slept pressed to me all night. I occasionally felt his little hard boy boner jab me in the leg. I thought nothing of it at the time but I did enjoy it. The next day we were gathering some of his things and moving them to our house and then we visited his grandmother. She was in bad shape and could not talk or recognize myself or Ben. It was hard for him but he showed the courage of 1000 men and kept a brave face on. He held my hand the whole time we were there. He was such a trooper. For dinner, we all decided to eat out. We picked a nice little pizza place by the house and made the most of it. Ben was laughing and joking with the other boys and seemed to be getting along great with them. They seemed to have accepted him too. I was very pleased as you can imagine because this may be their new little brother. When we got home the boys all went to their rooms and went to bed. This was a little odd as they usually liked to watch a movie before bed on a Saturday night. Ben stayed downstairs with me and we talked. He was so wise and so insightful for his age. I began thinking about how people always say some kids are wise beyond their years and this was the case with Ben. He was 11 going on 31. After we talked for about an hour it was time for bed. Again, Ben asked to sleep in my room. I agreed as he had been through a lot and needed reassurance I was not going to leave him. I put on my long flannel pajama bottoms and Ben stripped down to his white briefs. They were a little loose on him as he is pretty thin and his head slipped out the leg opening ever so slightly. He sat on the bed talking to me with the head sticking out for about ten minutes. The little tip was beautiful and I was really turned on. He caught me staring and smiled real big. "Why don't you have sex with me?" he asked. I was in shock. "Huh?" was all I could manage. "You have sex with Joey, Matt, Nick and Jake right? Why not me? I have wanted to do it with you for three months and you have tried nothing." "You are right. I have tried nothing because I didn't know you were interested. Did the boys tell you about what we do?" I asked puzzled. "Yeah, they told me that you wait for a boy to show you their interested. I have been trying to sleep with you poking your leg with my boner at night and you did nothing." He replied. "I thought you were asleep. That was on purpose? And, tonight your head hanging out?" "On purpose" he blurted out. "I want to be as close to you as possible." "I don't want you to think you have to do anything with me to stay here. I only want you to do things you want to do." I told him. "I have done it with Nick and Matt but I really want to try it with you. I want to do it now!" he exclaimed. I could not refuse the boy. My hand extended to his soft small thigh and began rubbing it gently. He slid close to me pressing his chest to mine leaned up and kissed me. He pushed his tongue into my lips and past my teeth. I returned the favor quickly and we explored each others mouths with a passion. His little hands were feeling my muscled chest and rubbing my nipples with particular care. I had run one hand to his hip while the right hand had pressed into the leg of his briefs and was gently caressing his most tender of objects. His boyhood was at full attention and with a quick motion I pulled his underpants off with my left hand. His little cock was circumcised and about 4 inches long. The shaft was milky white and smooth, while his little head was purple and twitching. No ooze or pre-cum but at 11 he might be too young for that. We kept kissing and I rose off the bed just long enough to slide my pajama bottoms off. My cock was engorged and leaking. The boy slid back and admired my manhood. "It is huge" he exclaimed. "It is average for a man" I replied. He just stared for several minutes. I reached between his legs caressing his small cashew sized balls. He moaned and gasped. I rolled the two little jewels between my fingers and his breathing became more rapid. I took his little boy erection in my left hand and stroked it from base tip. He was getting close to orgasm so I placed my mouth above his little pecker and licked the tip like a lollipop. He was so turned on he jammed the 4 inch pud right into my mouth. He was thrusting with all his might. I did not stop him either. He was horny as hell and needed relief. Suddenly, the boy's body stiffened and quivered. He was having a very dry orgasm. He jerked and moaned and finally went limp on the bed. He was recovering from his boy orgasm and I was licking his balls gently when he pulled his legs up exposing his tight boy hole. The pink pleasure palace was so lovely. I quickly licked his crack and then his hole. He stiffened and moaned. I let my tongue coat his hole with my saliva and then I slid the tip in. I licked his hole till it fell open. He was ready for a nice fuck. He looked into my eyes and nodded almost pleading for me to give him my cock. I slid up so my cock was positioned to his opening. I grabbed a jar of lube from my dresser and rubbed it on the tip of my rock hard cock then down my shaft. With all this excitement I was about to cum right then and there. I held out as I wanted to feel his hot boy pussy surrounding my dick. I leaned down and kissed him. I slid my head into his tight boy cavern as we kissed passionately, letting our tongues dance in each other's mouths. His little hands grabbed my hips and pulled me more towards him. I obliged and pushed my cock up his tight chute until my balls were pressed against his beautiful smooth cheeks. He was hot inside. It was so hot I thought I would only last one or two thrusts. I held back with all my might as I could tell he really loved the feeling of a cock in his ass. I began to slowly slide in and out of the boy with my head massaging his prostate with every pass. He was panting and moaning and both of us were beginning to sweat. I was moaning and panting, thrusting and rubbing every inch of his chest with my hands. This rhythm continued until I released my load into his deepest recesses. He began to spasm again as my man glue began to coat his bowels. He was having an orgasm from the feeling of my cum filling him up. He was really lost in the moment as was I. I kept thrusting till I had shot every last bit of my load into Ben. When I was finished I rolled off of him and he rolled so he was lying pressed to my right side. "I love you Brad" he told me. "I love you too, Benjamin" I replied. I did love this boy as much as I loved my others. We feel asleep with my arms wrapped around him and his body pressed to me for several hours. I awoke a couple of hours ago not being able to sleep just thinking about the truth about myself. The truth about me as I see it is I am a boy lover. I love my own boys, friends' boys, and basically any boy. I do not force myself on them; in fact they usually come looking for me. The story of my family and the truth about me is told in Family of Four. I will post it to this story so that you can see where we have been and where we are going. The truth about me is that I am so happy right now that I could not be better. I will take on the responsibility of raising these boys because no one else does but also because I love them more than anything. Christmas is coming soon and as my present to you I will post the truth about me. To be continued...