Date: Sat, 5 Jul 2008 23:18:13 +0000 From: Brad Goodman Subject: Garrett Hill Obsession - Chapter 12 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 I hope everyone is still enjoying the story. I have not been completing as much writing lately because of work but I do have several more chapters complete. Hopefully I will get back into the grove of things soon. Garrett Hill Obsession Chapter 12 By: Brad Goodman It had been just over two weeks since I had started balancing my Garrett Hill Obsession with my Timmy Fiegel Lust. It seemed as though I had developed a routine that was going to work well. Tim was a good kid that just needed the love and support he had lacked for most of his life. Garrett was an incredible kid that my heart and soul belonged too. He also needed someone that belonged to him that he could trust and that would always care for him. I was committed to making my relationships with both boys work. However, I did not know that my life was going to be changed forever and that I was about to spend the next few days of my life in a personal turmoil unlike anything I could have ever imagined. Everything changed because of the serious boy on the team. Bryton was clearly in distress in his current situation. It was also clear that he was becoming more and more attached to me as we spent time together. He had suffered a lot of tragedy and rejection and it showed. It was clear that Bryton was a burden to his aunt. She called me on a Thursday after practice and asked me if I would take him home. She was going out with friends and said she just needed some time to herself. All I could think was `what a bitch.' Garrett had gone home with his mother and Tim went home with Joey after practice leaving Bryton and me alone. We went to the apartment where he lived with his aunt. I walked him to the door but he seemed very nervous about letting me into the place. It was a fairly run down apartment from the outside appearance and when we got inside it wasn't much better. The apartment looked dirty and dingy. The walls had an old faded yellow color painted on them giving the apartment that special late 70s look. The living room looked like the boy's bedroom because clothes were thrown about all over the place. I saw sheets on the couch and assumed they were there to cover the hideousness of the fabric. I could smell the food and dirty dishes in the sink that was most likely several days old. Bryton blushed as his embarrassment oozed out of him. I put my hand on his shoulder and gave him a friendly squeeze. "It's okay buddy." I said reassuringly. Bryton looked me right in the eye with a sad expression on his face. "No its not. This place sucks, my aunt hates me and I sleep on the couch." The boy said ashamed of his home. "You forgot to mention that it smells and that your aunt wants to have sex with your really hot coach." I said trying to make a joke. "Yeah, that too." He said defeated. "Hey, buddy, I was just joking. It's really not that bad." I said trying to cheer the boy up. "I bet you wouldn't live hear?" he said knowingly. After I failed to reply to his question he added "Plus my aunt does want to have sex with you!" "Well, that's not going to happen." I said firmly. "I would rather..." my voice trailed off before I finished that sentence. "You would rather what?" the boy asked. "Huh" I said playing dumb. I certainly didn't want to tell the boy that I was going to say I would much prefer to have sex with him. "What would you rather do?" he asked again. After several seconds of thinking I smiled and said "I would rather make you suffer a horrible death." I then grabbed the boy and threw him down on the couch and began to tickle him. Bryton started giggling and squirming all over. I refused to stop and just kept running my fingers up and down his sides and into his armpits. He was laughing and rolling from side to side and his smile was incredible. The boy always looked so serious most of the time and it made me feel good to see him enjoying life for a brief moment. After I tickle tortured the boy for about five minutes I pretended to sit on top of him as he was laying on the couch. I assumed a seated position but was holding myself up so I wasn't pressing my weight down on the cutie pie. My butt was resting gently on his little flat chest. As I proceed to get off of him he punched me in the butt and laughed wildly. I turned around and started tickling him again but this time I ran my fingers into his shirt and felt his smooth skin. He was very comfortable with me touching his bare skin because of the massages I had given to him. After a couple of minutes I stopped again. "So what are you going to eat for dinner?" I asked the boy as he gasped for breath. "I don't know. We really don't have very much." He said looking embarrassed. Not wanting the sullen look to return to his face I said, "I really hate eating alone. Would you be willing to go with me to get something for dinner?" "Yeah!" the boy almost yelled. "Cool I appreciate it. I really don't like going to a restaurant by myself. I always feel weird." I said smiling at the boy. "No problem" he replied. "What do you want to get to eat?" I asked. Bryton looked puzzled for a minute and then said "I really like Chinese food. Is that okay?" "That's great!" I answered. "I love Chinese food too." We headed out and went to a Chinese buffet where we both ate much more than we should have. I felt like I was going to burst. When we went back to his apartment his aunt's car was not in the parking lot. We talked for a few minutes and then the boy leaned over and hugged me tightly. I felt so guilty leaving him here with this horrid woman that did not care about the boy. I immediately decided to take him home with me. "Bryton" I said timidly. "Do you want to come over to my house to watch a movie?" He smiled broadly "Sure but you don't have to do that." "Do what?" I asked. Bryton bite his lower lip and then looked at the floorboard. "You don't have to invite me over. I don't want to be a burden." "Killer B" I began using the nickname I gave him on the field. "It is no burden. I really hate being alone and you are a lot of fun to be around. It would be doing me a favor if you came over and kept me company." "Okay" he said smiling coyly. "Although, I do have one condition." I added. "You need to take a shower because you are ripe." "Okay, I`ll be right back." The boy announced as he reached for the door handle. I grabbed his arm and kept him from getting out. "I meant you can take one at my house, this way I can take one too." "Oh" he said looking down. He seemed in deep thought. "I haven't ever taken a shower with someone before." "Whoa!" I almost screeched. "I meant you take a shower in the guest bathroom and I would take one in my bathroom." He laughed uncomfortably and then said "Oh...okay." I couldn't tell if the boy was embarrassed about his statement or upset because I wasn't showering with him but his sullen mood returned momentarily. I reached over and tickled the boy a little eliciting his cute smile again. We left his apartment complex and headed out to my house. When we got there it was just after 8:00pm. We went inside and I gave the boy a tour of the home. Like Tim before him, Bryton was very impressed. He was so used to his aunt's ratty old place he thought my house was fantastic. I showed him the bathroom he could use and he told me it was bigger than his aunt's apartment. That was an exaggeration but not much of one. I felt really bad for the boy having to live there and after spending the last month getting to know Bryton I had really grown to care about him. I thought several times I wished the state agency would allow a single man to adopt a boy but I thought that was just a pipe dream. It would be amazing to have this kid live with me and enrich my life but it would also be amazing to have this kid live with me and for me to enrich and brighten his life. "Well Bryton, you can use this bathroom to shower." I announced. "Okay but what about my clothes?" The boy inquired. I hadn't thought of that before. I guess it was a Freudian thing. I guess I wanted him to sit around my house clean and naked afterwards so I just conveniently forgot to mention the clothes. I stopped over thinking it and realized that I had several items that belonged to Garrett in the laundry room. So I told Bryton to hold on and I would be right back. I came back a few minutes later with a pair of Garrett's boxers and a t-shirt. The young blond teen shocked me because when I entered the bathroom he was standing there in nothing but his boxers. I dropped the clothes on the floor and stood their staring at how incredible he looked. Bryton was about 5'4 and weighed 115 lbs. He had just over the ear light blond hair and sparkling blue eyes. His face was nice like something sculpted by the ancient Greeks. He was wearing a pair of green and blue checkered flannel boxers. His legs were well defined and slightly tan. He definitely looked like the hot little surfer boy you see only in magazines. He had a white shell necklace around his neck with a peace symbol charm. His little button nose twitched above his thin pink lips. The boy was smiling at me and I just kept checking him out. The 12 year old boy stood motionless as I continued checking out his hot body. His firm chest was slightly developed and had two cute little dime-sized nipples on his small pecs. He had a firm flat belly that had the signs of a small four pack developing in it. His skin was slightly tanned and completely hairless. I couldn't stop staring at his slightly innie belly button and stomach. It just was so incredible looking to me. My cock began to react and stiffen in my pants. I gazed back up to Bryton's blue eyes and I realized the boy was watching me, look over his body. I snapped back to reality and then bent down to pick up the clothes I dropped. I looked at the boy's crotch which was now about eye level and I saw the outline of his boner in his boxers. I dropped the clothes again and just kept staring at the boyhood pressed to the soft flannel cloth. I was now drooling and my cock was fully erect and leaking in my shorts. Bryton started giggling and I knew he knew I was staring at his cock. I gathered my thoughts and the clothes from the floor and stood up. I put the clothes on the counter and slowly backed out of the room. I pulled the door closed but stopped about 4 inches short of shutting it all the way. The bathroom was set up with toilet and the bathtub on one side and a double sink and mirror on the other side. The bathtub and toilet were separated by a wall creating its own little space. The mirror and double sink sat so that I could look through the opening in the door and see the tub completely. I was scared of what I was doing and that I was taking advantage of a boy that desperately wanted some type of caring and love in his life so I headed off to my room to shower. I jumped in and out in record time pulling on clothes quickly as I almost ran out of the room. Despite my desire not to take advantage of Bryton I still rushed out hoping to catch him coming out of the shower. As I entered the living room I saw that the boy was not there. I slowly walked down the hallway to the bathroom trying not to make the floor creak. When I got to the still slightly open door I turned off the hallway light so that I wouldn't be seen by the boy if he was in there. I didn't hear the water running and thought maybe I had missed my opportunity. I did hear a weird noise that sounded like a light tapping on the wall. It was very rhythmic and just kept tapping very quickly. As my eyes adjusted to the light in the bathroom I was stunned by what I saw. It was Bryton's arm that was making the tapping noise. To be more specific it was his elbow hitting the corner of the wall just above the tub. I got so hard by the vision that I saw that I just pushed my boxers down and began stroking my cock. Bryton was sitting on the lip of the tub next to the back wall with is legs stretched outward across the top of the tub and his feet bracing himself on the lip of the other side of the tub. His knees were slightly bent and he had his hand wrapped around his cock pumping it up and down. I could see the whole thing perfectly in the mirror. As he jerked his cock furiously his right elbow was tapping the wall. His left arm was on the lip of the tub next to his sweet little ass giving him more stability. The boy was slightly biting his lip and stared at his cock intently as his hand raced up and down the small shaft vigorously. I was completely turned on and didn't realize how fast I was jerking my own 8 inch cock. My mouth went dry and my eyes strained as I watched the boy masturbating in my bathroom. Bryton let out a little moan and then I could hear his rapid breathing mixing with the tapping. It made me even harder. I could barely see his cock with his hand wrapped around it and pumping up and down like a piston but I was still turned on immensely by the sight of what he was doing. "Ah, ah, umm, ah, argh, yeah, umm, ah, ah, shit!" Bryton moaned out. His eyes closed tightly and I saw a small amount of his 12 year old cream ooze out onto his hand. He just kept pumping it and milking out the small amount of fluid. When his jerking stopped he sat there with his hand resting on his slightly tanned thigh. I could see his glistening cock head for the first time. It was crimson and flared. The boy's cock twitched a little while he basked in his orgasm. The blond surfer was clearly circumcised and the brown ring on his cock was about half way down the shaft. It looked like it was about five inches long and had an olive complexion. His balls looked very small but they were pulled tightly to his body making there real size tough to determine. As I feasted on the sight of Bryton's boy cock I kept pumping my own 8-inch monster. I felt my body quiver and I began to shoot cum out all over the floor with some of it hitting the door and wall. When my orgasm finished, I noticed the boy raise his hand to his mouth and lick the cum off. He sucked every drop from his fingers. He seemed to be savoring it on his tongue before he swallowed it down. He then slid down into the water in the tub and rinsed his body. I headed down the hall and to the kitchen gathering some paper towels before going back. I had to clean up all the cum before the boy came out and found it. I was treated to the boy drying off his sweet young body as I cleaned up. When I was finished he had just pulled on the boxers I gave him and I went into the kitchen and put the cum covered paper towels in the trash. I was completely amazed by what I had just seen and also completely euphoric from my recent orgasm. I never realized how this would begin to change everything I hold dear to my life. To be continued...