Date: Mon, 5 Jun 2000 22:09:34 CST

Subject: Eric Chapter 15-18 (M/t cons)

From: Hidden12@aol.com
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Note: I won't claim this is a "chapter," more like a collection of pieces.
As always, I'm interested in your comments, good and bad, as they feed the
writing process for me. You may also realize I'm without my proofreader. I
appreciate his services in the past. I hope you enjoy. It is my intent to
rework the entire collection, adding and subtracting as need be to knit the
individual stories into a more coherent work. Enjoy.
Canadian Isle
Looking up from reading my book, I noticed Eric standing outside on the deck
surveying the world before him in the bright afternoon sun. Bare feet placed
apart on the graying boards, gold twinkling from around his left ankle. The
tanned muscular curves of his calves led to smooth thighs disappearing into
shear nylon running shorts. His hands rested in the hollow of the small of
his back, bunching up a large blue T-shirt billowing in the steady western
breeze. Short sun-faded brown hair rustled, a fleeting glimpse of his fair
face, cheeks slightly red, when he turned.
I was proud of Eric. Somehow he'd turned out a good kid. The first part of
his life was very normal, if you can use that word; the second part out of
the ordinary, hardly normal. In particular, he didn't flash around the fact
he had access to wealth and influence of sorts. Certainly he dressed well,
when he chose to wear clothes at all, and had fine material things. Not only
did he have the backing of my growing wealth, but that of his parents' life
insurance in a trust, and, most importantly, that not insubstantial amount of
money he'd earned as a worker and minor shareholder in the company. Yet, the
issue of my pride stemmed from his attitude upon interaction with other people
Setting down my book, I walked out the door to stand quietly behind him, my
hands upon his waist. Feeling him step back into me, I pressed forward, my
arms now encircling his torso, his arms folded over mine, his head leaning
back onto my shoulder. Tracing the lines of his lower leg with my toes, I
leaned my face down until I pressed into his hair, my nose nestled behind his
ear.
"Mmmm. You smell good," I said breathing deeply.
"It's probably sweat you smell."
"I don't know, but it's all you." I could see the sharp sparkles of the sun,
reflected off the water a few feet below, dancing on his face. Eric's feet
gently caressed mine one at a time, both of us trying to increase the contact
between us. Below us, the waters light chop slapped at the pine needle and
moss encrusted slabs of ancient granite. Wish a slight twisting motion, we
rocked side to side, my body wrapped around his, my stiffening member against
the base of his spine. Nibbling lightly on an ear lobe, I let one hand drop
into Eric's shorts. Immediately beneath the elastic I met his hardening
prize. Pawing gently over his bare sex, I said "What a day, isn't it?"
"Yep." A pause. "You know, if you get me all worked up, you're going to
have to do something about it?"
"OK," I said, darting my wet tongue into his ear while holding him tight
against the instinctive withdrawal.
"Eeww! That's gross!" Eric laughed at me while twisting from my grip,
frantically trying to ease the slimy feeling in his ear with a fingertip.
"Gross? You didn't mind it last night when..."
"Yeah, but that was different!"
Pulling him back into me, I wrapped my arms around his torso, first pecking
at his upturned face and then enjoying a long, deep kiss, our tongues gently
twisting in a growing need. Eric's hands gripped my sides tightly as mine
sought the lower edge of his shirt and then rose higher, traveling along the
silky expanse of his back. Finally when I pushed his shorts down to his
knees, Eric broke our embrace to step from his pants, leaving him barely clad
in T shirt just long enough to cover his hairless mound, smooth compact
testicles and lush ass peeking from beneath the fabric.
While I knew he'd wiped up after our morning coupling, I hoped that he'd
still retained some internal lubrication. I intended to fuck this boy that
brought joy to my life and lust to my loins, right here, right now, on the
deck. Guiding him to stand behind a deck chair, I nudged his feet apart
with mine, while one hand gently pushed between his shoulder blades until
Eric grasped the top of the chair with his hands, and cocked his ass back at
me. Kneeling, I split his cheeks and began to lave the loose pucker of his
ass. Fortunately, I could taste a bit of my cum and lube that had leaked
from his hole, deposited there several hours earlier by my cock. My spit
revitalized the slickness of the earlier lubrication. Standing up, I pushed
two fingers straight into Eric while holding his shoulder down with my other
hand. Pulling out of him, I spit into my hand to add moisture to my cock
before crouching behind this boy I was about to fuck beneath the open sky and
splendor of the world. I pinched one of Eric's nipples hard at the moment I
pressed into him, his whole body heaving forward on his toes in a mixture of
pain and pleasure. While this morning was gentle, I would take the treasures
of this boy hard and fast, his ass to service my lust and his.
Surging into his ass, I quickly pulled all the way out, the flared edge of my
crown tugging at the tight ring of his young ass and then popping free to bob
in the air. Pushing back into him, my cock slipped up, ridding the crack of
his ass. Pulling back again in near frustration, I pushed forward again,
this time aiming too low and thrusting into the back of Eric's tightly pulled
scrotum. Finally, aiming more deliberately, I sent my swollen bare cock
plunging back into the tight warmth of Eric's ass. From full out to full in,
I banged away, the tightness of Eric's face matching his exclamation of
"unnghh" and "aahh" each time I thrust. Feeling the wet firmness of his boy
ass give way each time under my fucking made me hot. I punctuated our sex
with a periodic slap across the flesh of his ass until both globes were red
under the afternoon sun.
Pulling out of his ravished body, I grabbed Eric by the bicep, leading him
over to the small table next to the grill. Pushing him back, he got the idea
and lay across the table, pulling his legs up in the air. Instantly, my mind
took in the sight of my boy, clothed only in a thin blue T shirt laying
draped over a narrow table, smooth legs drawn high and apart revealing a
slick, puckered ass awaiting my cock. Grabbing his ankles, I plunged my dick
back into it's familiar home inside Eric's body. Angling for maximum contact
against his prostate I fucked my boy. Several times I pulled out and watched
his hole desperately try to close, clenching repeatedly; a small opening
still remained. Fucking deep into him, I pulled out and watched his ass
squirm. Sinking deep, I'd pause then pull back just a short distance and
thrust full into him. I knew Eric was stretched to the limit to accept my
cock deep into his bowels, his voice and body betraying that at fifteen, he
was struggling to take what I was giving him. Eric was flailing at his hard
dick until I finally heard him mumble, "Oh, god. I'm gonna cum!"
Seeing his nuts tighten even further, I pulled my dick out of his ass, my
body near screaming at my mind in unfulfilled lust. I jammed two fingers
inside the loose wetness of Eric's ass to seek out his prostate. Pressing
firmly, I watched his body convulse and spew cum fist across his heaving
chest, then a shot to his face, and then falling to criss cross his chest and
abdomen. Jacking my own uncut cock to the scene of this excited young teen,
I shuddered and added my own cum to Eric's. After a few stunned seconds, I
leaned forward to pull Eric upright, still sitting on the table.
Kissing his cum streaked cheek, I helped him to his feet.
"God, was that a fuck or what?" Eric asked while shakily walking about in a
small circle on near tiptoes, legs bowed. "I'm not sure I can walk!" Eric
stripped off his cum and sweat damp T-shirt and used it to mop up the cum
streaming down his face.
Pulling him into my arms, we kissed rocking slightly side to side, enjoying
the sticky sensual afterglow of our sex. "Too hard?" I asked cautiously
Eric's eyes met mine, their twinkle complimenting his smile. "Nahh! I can
take anything you can dish out, old man!"
"Oh yeah?" I demanded, rising to the challenge. "We shall see about that!"
Together we ambled down the steps from the deck to the dock and from there we
both dove into the cold grey-green waters.
Eric Chapter 16 (M/t)
From: Hidden12@aol.com
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Note: I won't claim this is a "chapter," more like a collection of pieces.
As always, I'm interested in your comments, good and bad, as they feed the
writing process for me. You may also realize I'm without my proofreader. I
appreciate his services in the past. I hope you enjoy. It is my intent to
rework the entire collection, adding and subtracting as need be to knit the
individual stories into a more coherent work. Enjoy.
(Home)
Something bothered me. I'm not sure what it was, but I put my book down and
looked around for minute. Following dinner I'd settled down into my usual
chair reading a report from work. Eric had gone off to finish some homework,
then I'd seen him walk through the kitchen. All was quiet in the house, save
the churning of the dishwasher and the muted sounds of the winter's northwind
gusts.
Pushing myself from the comfortable leathery depths of my chair, I went from
room to room looking for something. Finally looking through the arched
doorway into the inky darkness of the library office, I spotted Eric on the
couch, bathed in the narrow yellow light of an adjacent table lamp. Dressed
in his familiar worn sweats, Eric sat with one leg folded under the other
paging through a familiar tome. I could tell by the color of the cover and
its size that he was paging through the first of several scrap and photo
albums we'd put together. This one in particular, was the one that held the
remaining memories of his life before me.
Watching quietly as he slowly turned the pages, I could see small changes of
emotion register on the face of the young man I now called my son. Brief
smiles punctuated a generally stony face. Usually a cheerful, if quiet,
young man, seeing Eric like this bothered me. I knew he was looking at
pictures of not only himself as a child, but those of his parents. I knew he
would see images of his parents wedding day, and those of their last shared
vacation together. I waited quietly, waiting for him to come again to what
else I knew to be in the book.
Finally, the page turned, and his jaw set, color seemed to drain from his
face. Hearing a deep sigh flow from him, I stepped into the room and came to
stand in front of him.
"You OK?" I asked.
"Yeah." A flat reply.
"Can I sit down?"
"Sure." Eric closed the book, straightened his leg and moved over a bit on
the couch.

Sitting down, I turned to watch my boy for a moment. Eric turned to look out
the window, eyes full. Pulling gently on the book held loosely in his hands,
I slid it over until it straddled both our laps. Opening the cover to the
first page, I saw the smiling face of his mother as a woman in her early
20's. Throughout the next twenty or so pages, I saw memories shared by both
of us. While Eric only knew of his parent's wedding through pictures, I
could recall it first hand. Although overseas at the time of his birth, I
knew, in one anonymous picture, those were my disembodied arms cradling a
tiny newborn. I stopped for what seemed like a long time to gaze at the
clipped article describing the deaths of my friends. That was the last page
I knew Eric had gotten through.
Taking his hand in mind, I squeezed his otherwise still flesh, wrapping my
other arm around his shoulders.
"They were good people Eric. I'm sorry."
Eric's eyes glinted briefly, full but not quite teary, as he first looked at
me and then back down at the book lying between us.
"Yeah, I know;" finally came his soft reply.
I deliberately took his hand in mine to turn the page, in so many ways
marking a new beginning for us both. A scared child delivered into a
familiar, but still foreign household. For me, a bachelor presented with the
responsibilities of a young boy grieving at the loss of his parents. That
next page held pictures of two smiling people, one 12 and the other much
older, taken to capture the moment by the odd passerby drafted where ever we
were. Together, we'd made it policy to go out and have some fun, somewhere,
doing something, every week. That summer we saw Ellis Island and the Statue
of Liberty, watched Cadets parade at West Point, had gone swimming in the
Atlantic, and even rattled off a few frames of bowling before giving it up in
favor of ice cream.
Several pages later, the atmosphere was much lighter, a smile on Eric's fair
face, the language of his body much more relaxed and animated as we enjoyed
reliving our shared memories.
"Who is that skinny thing?" I asked pointing to a late summer picture of
Eric's sandy 12-year-old face looking up from a deep hole dug in the beach
sand. We had gone to Nantucket Island for a week to check out the old
whaling center, the lighthouses, and generally be away from the world for a
while. That week seemed to have been the first time Eric had been happy for
more than a fleeting instant since the death of his parents.
"Ha! I wonder. Makes me wonder who's that pasty dinosaur he's hanging out
with!"
I jabbed Eric in the ribs with my elbow in retaliation for being called a
pasty dinosaur. Together we looked through the remaining few pages, mostly
pictures of this house being built. A long time dream of mine, I'd brought
Eric into the design and review process deliberately, partly to show him we
could be partners, and partly so that this place could be his home. Closing
the book slowly and sliding it back onto his lap, I looked up to see him
gazing over the other 3 volumes, each representing a year together, lined up
on the shelf next to the inky black hole where this one belonged.
The next hour seemed to rush past until I looked up to see 10:35 on the dial
of the mantel clock.
"Time to go to bed studly." I told Eric. We had been talking our way through
the next two scrapbooks. Each picture a shared memory, and usually either a
laugh or silent gaze while reliving the event.
"Hey! Remember this one?" Eric asked as I got up, pumping my right arm up and
down to force the blood back into it, otherwise choked off from being draped
over Eric's shoulders.
Peering into the offered book I was confronted with a gray underlit picture,
calm waters mirroring the trees of the distant far shore. A picture of the
lake in Canada where we had our cabin. The real item of interest was a
single canoe with two people paddling, one looking back at the photographer.
All in all a marginal picture at best, but one loaded with hidden meaning.
"Remember those two?" Eric asked. "I thought they were gonna flip that
canoe!"
The memory of the incident flashed into my mind causing me to laugh. "Oh
yes. How could I forget that?" It had been a relatively early morning,
before breakfast in fact. Eric and I had only been up a short while when I
saw him standing naked on the deck in the cool morning air, watching the mist
lift faery like from the water. Bringing him a steaming mug of hot
chocolate, I joined him, pressing my body close to his from behind. While I
drank my coffee using one hand, the other alternated between delicately
caressing the curves of his young body and pulling him into my rising cock.
"What do you remember of the whole thing?" I asked with feigned innocence.
"We'd gone out on the deck, and the next thing I know I'm on my back, towels
under my butt, ankles on your shoulders and you're banging away at me. I
think I heard 'em before you did, a paddle banged against the side of their
canoe. We'd seen what? Three other boats on the lake the whole three weeks
and none of them before noon. So there we are, I'm trying to twist my head
around so I can see what's going on, and you're still going at it." Eric
laughed, his animated face turned red reliving the embarrassment of the
moment. "I finally look out to see what must have been a kid and his father
staring at us from not more than 30 feet out in the lake. The man didn't
know whether to paddle away, jab his kid to quit staring and keep paddling,
or just sit there and stare himself!"
"I remember seeing you look away, so I looked up myself. Seeing those two
looking back sent me over the edge, my dick demanding I fuck you deep and
cum. So here I am, pumping my cum into you, with a shocked audience watching
me rear up for the final act." I said standing and returning the volume to
its place. "By the time I got a hold of myself they were around the point and
gone from sight. I bet they won't paddle through the equivalent of people's
front yards anymore."
Turning the lights out, we both left for the bedroom arms wrapped around each
other, playfully bumping into the other with our hips.
"You must have run and gotten the camera pretty quick to catch them from the
backside of the island. Probably still my cum oozing out your ass."
"You wish pervert. I've learned by now how to keep your stuff inside me
without making a mess."
Eric Chapter 17 (M/t)
From: Hidden12@aol.com
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Note: I won't claim this is a "chapter," more like a collection of pieces.
As always, I'm interested in your comments, good and bad, as they feed the
writing process for me. You may also realize I'm without my proofreader. I
appreciate his services in the past. I hope you enjoy. It is my intent to
rework the entire collection, adding and subtracting as need be to knit the
individual stories into a more coherent work. Enjoy.
"The tickle fuck"
I always found it somewhat surprising, but Eric and I usually went to bed at
about the same time. Often one or the other would be reading for a while
until the other came in, then slowly our attention would turn toward each
other. On that particular evening, I'd been stretched out reading my
favorite woodworking magazine when Eric came in from watching a movie on
cable at about 10 PM. Engrossed in my magazine, I stopped only to watch
momentarily as he stripped his boxers from around his thin waist and
disappear into the bathroom.
Some minutes later, I felt the bed tremble as he slid under the thin yellow
sheet covering the bed. The nights of late spring often got cool, but as yet
the blanket lay folded at the foot of the bed, windows open bringing in the
sounds of crickets and an occasional chirping bird. Glancing over to Eric's
side of the bed I found him propping his head up on one hand smiling at me.
When he saw I had taken notice, his free hand reached out to gently trace the
line of my leg with his fingertips.
"Tired old man?" Eric asked. The question has become almost a ritual between
us in the evening. Although sex wasn't a given every night, it was quite
frequent, even if it was only to relieve Eric's youthful need for release.
Pulling Eric up from suckling on my straining cock, I pushed him over onto
his back. Looking down, his angelic face, cheeks tinted red, parted lips
full and slick with spit and my precum, smiled back up at me. Kissing him
quickly, I moved down to envelop his fully hard teen dick. The tip of my
tongue danced around his corona, my fingers gently tugging at his scrotum
while I twisted my entire mouth around his cock, corkscrewing my way up and
down his shaft. Using my fingers to milk his shaft, I parted his slit and
tasted the essence of his cream, salty and sweet, a sample of greater things
to come. Thrusting his legs back into his waiting hands, I parted the young
ass cheeks that had welcomed me many times before. Eric had welcomed my cock
into his body years before, since then we'd both become addicted to the
others presence in our hearts, minds, and bodies. Eric's rosy bud, the
doorkeeper to his body, winked at me in response to the feel of my hot breath
while I slowly licked the indentation of my boy's ass. The number of times
my seed had filled his body, or puddled against his skin was beyond count, I
knew the number would increase yet again this evening.
Finally we were joined, my cock straining to remain still within him while I
looked down on the form of my son, his arms stretched out overhead, smiling
back up at me. Joined to his body between his parted legs, I flexed my
abdomen, causing my dick to jump against his prostate.
"Aaahh." Eric sucked in a deep breath, the muscles of his torso contracting
and then relaxing in response to the sexual frenzy building in his body
despite our outward lack of motion.
"How's that feel?" I asked slowly pushing myself deeper into his body, the
warmth of his ass contracting around my penis.
"I like it. Even just laying here with you in me is great."
I just smiled back down at him, enjoying the sight of my boy's naked body,
hair slightly mused, ribs outlining the transition between his chest and
belly, wonderful smooth legs wrapped loosely around my waist, erect cock hard
against his trimmed pubic bush. Leaning back, my cock again pressed hard
against his button causing his mouth to oval, a flash of tongue complimenting
a deep moan from my impaled son. My hands gently brought his feet to meet
behind my back, until they loosely hooked together, his legs like a belt
around by body.
Leaning forward to caress his sensitive flanks, I asked "remember our tickle
fucks?"
Immediately Eric's eyes met mine, his face grinning back at me. "God, how
could I forget. You used to torture me for hours!"
Although I knew Eric had outgrown the enjoyment of being tickled, I gave him
one quick jab I knew would bring a twist and squeal of excitement from him.
My cock swelled and twitched in memory of the ecstasy we had shared while as
a younger boy, Eric's body writhed uncontrollably beneath my fingertips. One
night about two years ago, I had introduced Eric to the joys of simple
bondage. In this case, a pair of wide, back leather ankle cuffs lined with
thick sheepskin. After the cuffs were buckled around his young ankles, I
took my time to open him up. I had clipped the cuffs to the headboard,
effectively folding him in half, ass up in the air with his legs spread open
for me to enjoy and assault his tight butt with my lips, tongue and fingers.
Releasing him, I finally mounted the boy in a missionary position, sinking my
bare cock deep into his body and locking the ankle cuffs together around my
back, effectively locking his young hairless body around mine, my cock deep
in his tight ass. With an evil grin, I had begun to tickle him. Eric
reacted as any youngster would, with peals of laughter and uncontrolled
squirming, only now he had the added stimulation of being fucked and the
inability to move his legs freely. Within minutes, his wild thrashing had
brought me to a powerful climax deep inside his body. Even as I shot my cum,
I continued the assault on his hard young body. We were both somewhat amazed
when Eric's breath turned into wheezing gasps and his hard dick shot cum
across his chest and onto his face. Ankles still locked around me, I
collapsed forward onto my boy, caressing his forehead and gently kissing his
lips while, with eyes closed, Eric panted and came down from his sexual high.
I slowly licked his seed from his flush face, periodically slipping my
loaded tongue into his mouth to share his cum with him, until finally we were
forced to part when a droplet of his semen slid into his eye causing it to
burn. The mixture of young and old, bondage and joy proved to be a powerful
aphrodisiac enjoyed again many times.
Returning from the past, I could see that Eric had been reliving similar
memories. I often wondered how our perceptions of the same event compared.
With some minor regret, I knew Eric no longer enjoyed being tickled like a
young child, despite still being extremely sensitive on his flanks and feet.
"Fuck me Dad, fuck me hard tonight. Make me feel like it did when used to do
that."
"God, Eric, I'm gonna fuck your young ass hard boy. You want my cock?
You're gonna get it all. Gonna make you squeal until you beg for it to
stop." Fuck him hard I did too, slamming my whole body into his through my
dick. Eric's frame shuddered with each impact, his face screwed up tight in
a mix of near pain and lust. His chants of "fuck me hard, harder!" were
driving me on. Interlocking his fingers in mine, I leaned over to suck his
lip into my mouth, taking his flesh as my man cock drove into his adolescent
form.
Finally, feeling his ass contract when he shot his load all over himself was
too much for me. My cum squirting deep inside his body as I frantically
tried to push my dick into new depths of his body, each thrust pushing him
harder into the headboard. His teen body would have to take all that I gave
him. He'd taken all that I had in the past and always wanted more.
Spent, we both collapsed into each other's arms, sweat slick bodies tight
together. When our breathing returned to some semblance of normality, I
untangled myself from Eric's body and rolled out of bed to get a wash cloth.
Cleaning myself up in the bathroom, I washed the cloth out in hot water,
wrung it and brought it out for Eric to use.
Blotting his chest, I asked "You ok?"
Eyes still closed, Eric stretched out his arms, legs going rigid for a moment
and then relaxing, deep exhaled air whistling between pursed lips. "What a
fuck. I'm going to be sore tomorrow, that's for sure," Eric said as his eyes
opened to look into mine with a grin. Feeling me take a final swipe with the
damp cloth across his belly, Eric drew his legs back for what he knew would
follow.
"It was pretty hot." I told him, pushing back on the inside of one knee, I
wiped up the oozing cum and mucous from Eric's still trembling ass hole.
Reddish pink, he was open enough I could stick my little finger into his body
and not touch his ring. Tomorrow it would indeed still be tender and a bit
swollen.
After returning the washcloth to the bathroom, I turned out the table lamp,
and snuggled into my boy's back. Quickly half asleep, I was somewhat
surprised to hear him say, "I like it when you fuck me hard sometimes. It
hurts, but it is what I need." Eric twisted to look back at me in the gray
moonlight pouring in through the open curtains. "Can you understand what I'm
trying to say?"
"Hmmm, I think so. I don't want to hurt you though." I knew Eric had a
submissive side that needed to be fed and nurtured, hard sex was no stranger
to us. Still, he was so aggressive in other parts o his life, that his need
to be dominated, taken almost, sexually often surprised me.
"You won't. Don't worry, you won't."
Sleep won out and all conversation stopped.
Eric Chapter 18 (M/t)
From: Hidden12@aol.com
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Note: I won't claim this is a "chapter," more like a collection of pieces.
As always, I'm interested in your comments, good and bad, as they feed the
writing process for me. You may also realize I'm without my proofreader. I
appreciate his services in the past. I hope you enjoy. It is my intent to
rework the entire collection, adding and subtracting as need be to knit the
individual stories into a more coherent work. Enjoy.
The next morning
In the last week Eric had decided to perfect his fellatio techniques, his
cock sucking. Not that I'd had any complaints mind you. He'd even gone so
far as to search the Internet for different techniques. Periodically during
the week he'd come up to me with a mischievous smile and said "See how you
like this." Whereupon he would proceed to fish my dick from my pants and
begin what was usually a wonderful thing. Still, my favorite was the
technique he'd always used on me, tonguing the crown and taking the shaft
deep in his mouth with a twist of his head. Given the advanced stages of
some of his new techniques, I suspected that Mike was probably enjoying his
friend's newfound hobby. I will admit to having periodically looking past
his bobbing head to his pert ass with some longing, as our intercourse had
tapered off as a result.
This morning, as most weekend mornings, I'd woken up before Eric. After
pausing to watch him sleep, naked form quiescent beneath the sheet, on his
side, hands tucked beneath his pillow, one leg cocked, fine ass against my
thigh, I finally got up and put on enough clothes to walk down the driveway
to grab the paper and make myself some coffee. Halfway through the front
page, I felt Eric stir until, setting the paper down, I looked over to see
him stretch his arms overhead, eyes scrunched closed. I smiled to see the
funny look on his face while also admiring the compact and delightful chest
exposed when a kicking leg pulled the sheet down to his waist.
"Good morning sunshine." I said when his eyes finally popped open. I leaned
over to meet his rising head for a quick kiss. How wonderful it was that I
could be kissing a young man like Eric, my naked lover.
"Hi." Eric smiled while twisting his boy body to relax the muscles tightened
by his stretch. Sitting up and blinking his eyes to drive off the fuzz, Eric
asked, "Can I have a slug of your coffee?"
"Sure." I watched him drink, both hands wrapped around the half full mug,
lips barely meeting the dark liquid to gauge its temperature before taking a
larger swig, bare Adam's apple jumping as he swallowed. Eric's light brown
hair, still cut short, but now styled to have the front kind of spiky, lay in
disarray, mused on his head. The fair skin of his face, as yet untainted by
any darkness of beard, colored by the telltale rosy cheeks revealing some of
his Scandinavian heritage.
Handing my coffee back to me, Eric asked. "What time is it?"
"A little after seven. We have about an hour before we need to get ready for
church." Despite what some would consider the heretical nature of our
relationship, I considered faith important. Pastor Walters was a periodic
guest at our house; I got the feeling he knew there was more to our
relationship than just foster father and son.
Picking the paper back up, I glanced up to watch Eric's tight ass wiggle as
he scurried for the bathroom before looking back down to the international
news section. After hearing the toilet flush and some rattling around in the
bathroom, Eric climbed back into bed.
Although I shouldn't have been surprised, I was startled when Eric pulled
down the sheet and began to suckle on my flaccid cock. I had thought he was
reaching over me to grab the comics, his Sunday morning staple. Eric's hands
were at the base of my rapidly hardening cock, his lips stretched around the
crown, while his tongued danced it's rasping surface over my skin making me
shudder. Setting the paper down, I ran my hands quickly through his short
cut hair, then spread my legs wider when I felt him slide over to my side of
the bed and settle between my legs. Quickly Eric established the theme of
the day's oral training. After getting me hard, Eric slowly took the entire
length of my cock into his mouth until I could feel him gag once and then
take me into his throat. While that was not unknown in the past, it was the
swallowing motion that followed that was so unique. Half my mind reveled in
a new found ecstasy, while the other half stayed alert and concerned when
Eric gagged hard several times from the added complications of trying to
massage my cock in his throat by swallowing. Even if he never tried this
variation of his fellatic skills again, I was impressed that this young teen
was so skilled.
Just as I was getting close to loosing my load, my mind now totally lost in
erotic bliss, Eric gagged again. Feeling the extra convulsion on my
overwrought cock sent me over the edge. Between Eric raising up off my cock,
and my near frantic pulling out, we managed not to choke him with my load.
Instead we looked at each other for a moment in shocked silence, my cum
dripping down his face and across open lips.
"Damn, I thought I was gonna drown on that one." Eric said shaking his head
slightly to clear his thoughts. When he closed his mouth, his red lips
forced out a thin line of my sperm.
"You OK?" I asked, on hand on his shoulder.
"Yeah fine. Kiss me you brute! Try to kill me why don't you!" Eric started
to climb up my body, our lower torsos sliding over each other in his passage.
"Mmmm." Our lips met, then his tongue gently slithered into my mouth before
being pushed back into his own. The tangy taste of cum leaking in around the
edges to mix with the earthy flavors of coffee and the mint of toothpaste.
Finally breaking out morning kiss, I planted a smooch on his damp forehead.
"So what did you think of that one?" Eric asked, rolling out of bed and
heading once more for the bathroom.
"Nice, but not my favorite." After using a washcloth to clean his face, Eric
stood naked in the bathroom doorway facing the bed. "Come here stud, I wanna
return the favor," I said to Eric.
Quickly I got Eric on his back, legs up and parted. Although I had his cock
in my mouth, my tongue swirling around his tender corona, two of my fingers
worked on gaining access to his pink hole using spit for lube. Once inside,
I timed the bob and twists of my head to work together with the gentle jabs
of my fingers on his prostate. Within moments, Eric began to moan and pump
himself into my mouth, his ass onto my probing fingers. Two minutes later
his seed erupted into my sucking mouth, instantly being swallowed down, my
tongue and mouth working together to suction every drop from his ivory prick.
Gently pulling my fingers from his spent body, I moved aside to allow him to
lay his legs down.
Stretching out next to him, I pulled his body into my embrace, his head on my
bicep, the arch of his shoulders tight to my chest, the firm curve of his
young buttocks nestled into my hips. I could feel his pounding heart slow,
the muscles of his body relax beneath my fingertips lightly tracing the
curves of his smooth youthful form. Each compound curve, each delicate
texture had been cataloged in my mind long ago, yet each time I revisited
Eric's form, I found new joy. Fighting away a desire to fall back asleep, I
finally asked, "What's on the agenda for today?"
Snuggling his head deeper into my arm, Eric's whole body gently shifted
closer to mine, nearly our entire bodies in contact, even our feet
overlapping. "Mike and I have to finish a zoology project, it's due
tomorrow," came the eventual reply.
"What have you got to do?" By this time the fingers of my free hand were
toying with one of his nipples.
"Oh, seems like make work to me. We have to sort and classify twenty local
specimens by their genus and all that stuff."
"Sounds like a bunch of work to me."
"Not too bad, computer helps to search and look things up. I figure it will
take a couple of hours."
"Want to have Mike over for a working dinner then? We have those good
Italian sausages in the fridge."
"Cool. I'll call him up after church."
By that time the conversation had jump-started our brains enough to begin the
day. Finally parting I grabbed Eric's offered arm to pull him into a
standing position, before we both went back into the bathroom yet again, only
this time for a shower.
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