Date: Sat, 8 Jul 2006 18:03:10 EDT
From: Moonweezle9@aol.com
Subject: true life      chapter 1

Hello to all of those readers out there that have followed my stories
in the past. This is a story that I'm sure many of you out there will
like due to it's basis on real life. Some of the names and things are
changed for reasons I'm sure you can understand, but it's basically a
true story there's not much "FUN" things going on in it at first, but
there will be plenty later on. Now the disclaimer BS. This is a story
contains situations and acts between underage boys and situations with
an older guy. If you don't like this kind of stuff then leave now. If
it's not legal where you live then leave now to. And oh yeah, if you
aren't old enough to be reading this then leave. If you like this story
let me know. Moonweezle9@aol.com.




True Life
Chapter  1



This story is based on many actual events that  have happened in my
life, some good some bad. The basic idea of the story  comes from my
younger cousin coming to live with me. It all started almost  four years
ago. I was just a normal 24 year old guy that just happened to  love the
heavenly bodies of younger boys. Life was nothing glamorous but I  was
basically happy. My family is a rather extensive one with many younger
cousins of various ages from 5 to 20 years old. We all seemed to be a
tight nitched family till one fateful evening almost four years ago. I
was at work when I got some very bad news over the phone. "Hello,
what's  up granny?" I asked my grand mother on the phone. "Brian, I got
some bad  news. Your aunt Sherry and Brandon (my younger 12 yo at the
time cousin)  were in a car wreck a little while ago." She told me with
a tone of pain and  remorse in her voice. "Are they ok? You sound a
little upset over a car  wreck." I asked her.  "No. your aunt Sherry was
killed. And Brandon is  in the hospital." She explained. Hearing that
hit me like a ton of bricks. I  dropped the phone to the floor in a
state of shock. After a few  seconds  I grabbed the phone and asked,
"Granny how bad was Bran (short  for Brandon) hurt? Is he ok?" "Honey I
don't know. We're on the way to the  hospital now." She answered. I hung
the phone up on the spot and headed  straight to the hospital. I was the
first of the family to arrive at the  hospital where Bran was. I talked
to the receptionist and she directed me to  the emergency room where I
soon found m younger cousin sitting up in a  hospital bed. When I saw
him it scared the living shit out of me. He had a  neck brace on and an
i-v stuck in his arm, and was hooked up to all kinds of  monitors. Just
as I walked up to where he was the doctor that was taking  care of him
stopped me. "Excuse me sir, but are you family to this young  man?" he
asked. "Yes, he's my younger cousin. Is he ok?" I asked. "Yes he  has
some bumps and bruises and we think a concussion. He banged his head
pretty hard. Is the father on his way here now? We need to go over some
paper work with him." The doctor asked. "No, I'm sorry his dad died a
long time ago it was just him and his mom. Is it true is she?" I asked
if she was really gone. "Yes I'm afraid so, she died on impact in the
accident. Their car was struck from the left side, causing her to
expire. I'm sorry." The doctor told me. Hearing that the news was true,
and seeing my little cousin laying in that bed knowing he was all alone
now brought tears to my eyes. The doctor left me then to tend to
Brandon.



As I sat in the waiting room  processing these terribly feelings and
thoughts the rest of my large family  trickled in slowly. My grand
parents were the first to arrive. My  grandmother tried to go directly
to the room where Brandon was when I  grabbed her to cut her off. "Brian
let me go I want to see my babys." She  said crying wanting to see
Brandon and his mom. "Granny Brandon is gonna be  ok. The doctors are
taking care of him." I told her. "Where's Sherry?  Where's my daughter?
I want to see her!" she cried hysterically. All I could  do was hold on
to her tightly as she cried and whaled over having to accept  the loss
of one of her children. "Come on honey sit down please." My  grandfather
told her getting her to sit down in the waiting room. He stayed  and
comforted her as he cried along with her. I being the oldest of the
kids of my generation of the family, greeted other family members as
they came in the hospital. Within the next few hours most of the family
had arrived to mourn the loss of their family member. As I was chatting
with my uncle the fact that Brandon was now an orphan came up. "Damn, I
can't believe this kind of thing ca happen. The boy is all alone now,
first his dad gets killed and now this. How the hell are we gonna deal
with this." He said to me. "I don't know. I guess we all figure it out
when the time comes." I said. We all sat there through the evening into
the night until Brandon woke up from being knocked out by the wreck. By
now most of the rest of the family were in a sitting room down the
hall,  while I and my other younger cousins watched through the window
of his room  in the hall way. As he became more aware he started to ask
for his mom, and  if she was ok. At the point I saw the nurse motion to
me. She came into the  hall way and said, "Hi, I understand that you are
family. Maybe it would be  easier on him to hear about his mother from a
family member than from me.  You can go in to see him, but only briefly
please. And I am sorry for your  loss." I thanked her and my younger
cousin Joey (10 years old at the time)  and I walked in to see him. "Hi
guys, is my mom ok?" Brandon asked. Hearing  him say that Joey broke
into tears. Seeing that Brandon asked, "What? What's  wrong? Brian
please tell me." "Bran, buddy your mom, she was, well she,  Brandon I'm
sorry bubby she's gone." I told him. "What do you mean gone? No!  You
don't mean?" he said stating to cry. Seeing him like that I started to
cry to. I walked over and leaned down to comfort him the best I could.
As he lay there crying the nurse came back in to inform me we would
have  to go now. I walked over to her and quietly asked, "Please, look
at him. He  needs some kind of comfort now. Please just let someone stay
with him  tonight." Agreeing she allowed one person to stay with him in
the room for  the night. That person ended up being me. I sat next to
him all through the  night as cried his self to sleep and woke up to do
it all over again. The  nurse gave him something in his i-v to help calm
him down but it didn't help  much. He finally fell asleep around 3 or 4
in the morning, but had a death  grip on my hand as I sat next to him.
Sometime the next morning I was awoken  by one of my other aunts,
"Brian, come on wake up. Its 8 o-clock. I'll take  over for a while."
She said making me realize I dozed off during the night.  As I tried to
get my now numb hand away from Brandon's I woke him up. As he  woke up
he had he saddest look of defeat on his face that a person never  want s
to see on a kid. I told him I would be back soon and my aunt sat down
where I was next to him.




I went down to the  waiting room down the hall where my family was last
night and only a few of  them remained. My grand father, an uncle, and a
few aunts remained. "Hey  everybody. Good morning." I told them all.
"How is he Brian?" my grand dad  asked. "I think he's gonna be ok
physically, but I don't know how he is in  his mind. I know he's
hurting." I told him. "Brian every body is coming back  here at noon, we
all need to sit down and figure out what's going to be best  for him
now. I think you should be there." My grand dad said. Agreeing I sat
down in a chair and dozed back to sleep. Just before noon I was
awakened  by my aunt to let me know it was time for the big talk. In the
beginning of  the talk it was mostly about the funeral and burial
arrangements for my dead  aunt. Near the end of the meeting things got a
bit heated in words. It  seemed that most of my family that were capable
of caring for Brandon wanted  nothing to do with having another kid in
their home. And others weren't  really capable of taking care of him due
to their military careers. Our  family was a huge military based family.
Brandon's and one of my other  younger cousin's fathers were in the
military and had died in separate  incidents while on active duty over
seas while the boys were still very  young. My grand parents had the
room for him, but their health didn't really  permit them to take him
in. one of my aunts said one of the most unthinkable  things I would
ever think of to do with him, "Well why don't we just let the  state
take him. I mean he will be put in foster care, but he should be taken
care of." Hearing that set me off, "You know I can't fucking believe
you  just said that. So you know what that will do to that boy? It will
destroy  him! If he needs anything right now he needs his damn family,
and it seems  to me his family doesn't really give much of a shit about
him right now!" I  barked at them all. Silence ringed through the room
after I said that  because the dozen or so people in the room knew I was
right. "You know what,  since none of you give much of a damn about him
I will take him. At least I  give a shit enough to care about him!" I
said before I stormed out of the  room. I was more pissed off than I had
ever been before in my life at my  family. One of my uncles that I had
high respect for followed me outside and  grabbed my hand in a firm hand
shake. "Brian I'm proud of you son. That took  balls to say, and I
respect you for doing this. I would but you know I cant  be there for
him." He said referring to his being on active duty in the  marines at
the time. He offered to help me any way he could, but all of the  hard
decisions were going to be mine to make.




I went back to check on Brandon and let my aunt know how the meeting
went. I told her what was going on with the burial of Brandon's mom,
and  where Bran was going to end up. Just after I told her Bran woke up
from a  nap he was taking. "Hey bud how ya doing?" I asked him. "Ok I
guess. I just  wanna go home." He said now with his neck brace off.
"Well buddy I'm going  to go get some sleep and get cleaned up then I
will be back later on to  check on you." I told him before I left.  I
wasn't gone long, just long  enough to get cleaned up and some food in
my guts. A few hours later I  returned to let Bran know the news. "Hey
bud you feel ok?" I asked him.  "Yeah they finally took that needle out
of my arm." He said. "Ok now I'm  going to trust you to keep it together
while I tell you this ok." He nodded  yes "Ok you know the deal up till
now. In a few days we say good bye to your  mom for the last time. After
that we need to go pack your things up at your  house." I told him.
"What do you mean pack my things up?" he asked. "Bran  buddy I don't
know how you feel about this, but you're going to be staying  with me
from now on. It's not a choice right now for you or me, it's just  the
way it has to be." I told him. With out words he nodded to let me know
he understood. I wasn't about to tell him how everyone else wanted to
give him to the state. That was the last thing he needed to hear at the
moment. Just after the talk our younger cousin Joey came in the room.
"Hey Bran you feeling better now?" he asked. "Yeah J (Bran's pet name
for Joey) I'll live." Brandon replied. "Ok will you call me when you
get  out of here? Mom and me are going home now." Joey told him. Brandon
being of  few words nodded yes and Joey left. The next day Bran was
released from the  hospital and I took him home with me. I only had a
small one bed room  apartment at the time, but that would have to
change. "Bran you can sleep in  my room for now and I will crash on the
couch." I told him once we got to my  place. A few days later we buried
his mother with all of the family present  for the services. Even some
members of the family I didn't even know. Every  one seemed to flood
Bran with hugs and kept telling him how sorry they were,  but for some
reason he seemed to hold back from letting him self mourn. In  the rear
of the line was mostly all of our cousins, younger and older. Joey  one
of the younger boys, one of Bran's favorite cousins, walked up to him
and hugged him. At that point Brandon let it all go. He broke down and
let all of his pains go crying his eyes out while hugging the 10 year
old boy. I had to give the kids some kind of comfort, so I escorted
them  both to the bath room to gather them selves. As we were in the
bathroom I  dried their tears off their now rosy cheeks and calmed them
down. I think  Joey was more shook up over Brandon being sad than he was
over our Aunt  being buried today. "Brandon, Joey boys you gotta be
strong for a little  longer. Its ok to cry, hell let it all out. Just
remember this Brandon, as  much as it doesn't seem like it now life will
go on and things will get  better for you. I promise I will do my best
to make you happy and take care  of you the best I can. I don't have
much but you're welcome to it. And you  will always have true friends
like the squirt here to make you feel better  when you're down." I said
referring to Joey. Hearing that he seemed to feel  somewhat better since
he wrapped his arms around me in a hug. I just picked  him up like the
small guy he was and held him there. It wasn't hard to hold  him up like
that since he was only 12 and weighed around 100 pounds. After a  few
minutes of the hug I sat him back down and we went back out to the
gathering room of the funeral hall where the service was just starting.
A short time later we laid his mother to final rest with him placing a
single white rose on her coffin as it was lowered into the ground. He
kept it together surprisingly well all considering the circumstances.
After the funeral I took him to his mothers home to gather some of his
things before the decision was made to sell the house and put the funds
from its sale into a trust fund for him.




After we left his house for one of the final few times he would be
there we  went back to my small apartment to get him settled in. "Bran
bud I think you  should go take a shower and get that suite off and some
regular clothes on.  Just lay the suite on the toilet seat and I will
get it and hang it up after  you get in the shower." I told him. He took
his shoes off and headed  straight to the bathroom. After a few minutes
I heard the shower water  running and the doors to the stall shut so I
figured he was in now. I  knocked on the door to see if it was ok to
come in, "Hey Bran , ok if I come  in for the suite now?" I asked. "Yeah
you can come in I don't care." He  replied. I went in and picked p the
suite that was on the toilet and  happened to look down and see his
small boxers laying I the floor. Now like  I said before being some one
attracted to much younger guys I kinda got  turned on a bit. None the
less I scooped up his suite and dirty undies and  took them to the bed
room. "Hey Bran wash with soap. I know that you don't  always use it,
but you need to." I told him. "Ok, ok." He moaned out in  sarcasm. A few
minutes later I was in the living room when I heard the water  shut off
then a the sight I wasn't expecting to see came in front of me.  Brandon
came walking out in the living room drying his hair with a towel
wearing nothing but what he was born into. As he walked his nude 4 ½
foot tall frame past me I got a boner almost instantly. He walked over
and sat naked in the chair next to me and dried his short brown hair
off  the rest of the way.  "Uhhh, Brandon why didn't you dry off and get
dressed in the bathroom?" I asked him. "Well I always went around like
this at home. And besides you didn't bring me anything to wear into the
bathroom." He replied. "You mean your mother let you go around the
house  naked like that?" I asked in surprise. "Yeah all the time. She
did to." He  replied. "Holy shit! They are nudists?! I would have never
thought." I was  thinking to myself. "Is it ok for me to be like this or
do you want me to go  get dressed?" Brandon asked me. Now me sitting
here with a raging boner  looking at his silky smooth hairless little
body didn't want  him to  cover up, but I knew I had to say something.
"Bran, buddy you're 12 now, I  need to know I can trust you to know
what's right and wrong. Ok, how do I  put this? Ok I guess you can go
like you are now, but have some sense about  it, if some else is here be
dressed. And don't EVER come out like that if  the door or window blinds
are open. Or if some body else in the family is  over. I mean if they
found out, we could both get in deep shit." I  instructed him. "You mean
I can stay naked as long as nobody else sees me?"  he asked. I just
nodded yes. He smiled and continues drying himself. As I  watched him my
cock grew even harder as he moved down to dry his groin are  making his
small limp 3 inches flop around.




I knew after seeing my 12 yo cousin naked in my living room like that,
that  I needed to relieve the building pressure in my cock soon! "Ok
Bran I'm  gonna take me a quick shower now and we'll get some grub
afterwards. I think  I went quicker than I ever had before at stripping
my clothes off to get in  the shower so I could stroke my cock to
oblivion. As soon as I had my cock  free I started stroking its length
seeing the visions of the hot little  naked 12 yo sitting in my own
living room. It didn't take long before I was  blasting cum all over the
shower walls. It was one of the strongest nuts I  had popped up until
that point. The only other stronger ones occurred in my  younger days of
having fun with some of my friends. It took longer than  usual for me to
come back to earth from this nut, but when I did I was  pitted against
the same sights that caused the orgasm in the first place,  the perfect
nude 12 yo boy's body in my living room. I knew from right then  on that life
was going to get very interesting  indeed.





Well that's all for the first introductory  chapter. I just thought I
should give some back ground to the future boy on  boy play between my
younger cousins. If you liked this story and would like  to know more
about some of the experiences I have been trough in recent  years
through future chapters let me know.    Moonweezle9@aol.com