Date: Tue, 26 Mar 2002 10:35:27 -0800 (PST)
From: Eros Writer <lovestheboys18@yahoo.com>
Subject: Eric's Journey:  Eric and Tommy

Eric's Journey: Eric and Tommy.

Eric took in the view from the Golden Gate Bridge as the Larsen motorhome
crossed the cold waters at the inlet to San Francisco Bay.  How many times
had he heard of people jumping off this proud landmark?  Each time he had
wondered what would drive people to such a desperate act, but now he
understood.  Before his experience with his brother Chris, he had thought
of the possibility himself.  More than once...  He felt much more at ease
with his sexuality now, though still unsure where he would wind up in the
end.

The girls in San Jose had been fun, but Eric felt a different attraction
for boys.  He thought back on his junior high years, and realized that he
had developed strong feelings, more than once, for others, and they had
always been other boys, not girls.  Still, he was not ready, at least not
yet, to give up on "the fairer sex" as his father called girls.  Nope, he
had decided to keep an open mind, like his brother had advised, and see
where his life led.  His reverie had just struck a pang of guilt in his
mind as he thought about God again, when his mother interrupted his
thoughts.

"What do you think, Eric?" she said, obviously at the end of a long
question about something.

"Huh?  What?  Oh, sorry Mom, I wasn't paying attention.  I, um, was
concentrating on the bridge and the view and all.  What were you asking?"

"Your father and I were debating whether to take Highway 1 up the coast, or
stay on 101.  101 is faster, and we'll get to Oregon sooner, but the coast
road is prettier.  Did you have any preference?"

Eric couldn't care less, but he decided not to let it show.  "Gee, I don't
know Mom.  I guess that 101 would be better so we would get there sooner,
but whatever you guys want is fine with me."

Eric guessed poorly.  Then again, he always guessed poorly in these
situations.  Obviously his Mom wanted one thing, and his Dad another.  He
found out, in short order, which one he had offended.  His dad was smiling
as his mother continued the conversation.

"I swear, you men are all alike.  Always in a hurry, you are.  Eric, you
should learn to stop and smell the roses once in a while, unlike some other
people I know," she said, shooting a killer look in his dad's direction.
This brought on a lively discussion over which road to take, and Eric
decided to cut his losses.

"Umm, if it's OK with you guys, I think I'll head back and lay down for a
bit.  Maybe stare out the window, or read a little.  OK?" Eric asked
hopefully.

"Sure dear, that's fine.  We'll holler if something interesting comes by."
With that, Eric's mom went back to the all-important discussion of road
choice.  Eric closed the door behind him to shut out the noise, and plopped
down on the bed.  As soon as he did, his increasingly present erection
began to assert itself once again.  One of the negative effects of all his
sexual activity was that anything that reminded him of his escapades would
trigger an erection, sometimes at the most inopportune moment.  So far he
had been lucky, but any day now his mom would notice, and he'd get "the
lecture."

As he lay there, his cock hardening, he let his mind drift to the previous
night's activities with Tanya and Tina.  That, in turn, made him become
almost painfully hard, and without much thought, Eric began gently humping
the bed as he watched the scenery go by through the side window.  After a
brief period, he realized where his efforts were heading, and, since he
didn't want to make a mess that would be difficult to explain, he pulled
out a condom he had gotten from the girls, and slipped it on under his gym
shorts.

The girls had given him several, and shown him how to use them, just in
case he ever needed them.  They were on the pill, and so they preferred
"bareback," as they called it, but, as they said, you never know what might
happen, so they gave Eric some of their collection so he would always be
prepared.  Just like a Boy Scout, they said, and laughed hilariously.  Eric
finally got the reference to the bi-sexual nature of his quest, and began
to laugh with them.  As he began humping the mattress again, he smiled at
the thought of using one for something so mundane, so soon.  Very quickly,
his smile was replaced be concentration as Eric pushed his body toward
orgasm.

All too soon he felt that familiar feeling rising deep in his body.  It was
too fast, and so with great effort, Eric stopped his action and waited for
the onrush to subside.  Once he regained control, he began the process over
again, being careful not to go over the edge.  He succeeded in doing this
three times, but the fourth time was different.  As he felt the feelings
rising, he stopped humping, as before.  This time, however, images of his
first fuck with Tanya came unbidden into his mind, and even without
movement, the pressure in his cock continued to build.  Eric realized,
almost too late, that he was going to cum whether he was ready or not.  He
decided to give in to his body, and resumed fucking the bed at a more
insistent tempo.

In moments, Eric had to bury his head in the pillow so that his moans would
be muffled enough to keep his parents from hearing.  His humping turned
into spasmodic jerks as his cock unloaded blast after blast into the soft
rubber sheath.  Over and over he came, harder than he had ever cum before
while masturbating.  Only real sex had been better than this!  As he came
down from his high, Eric briefly worried about whether or not the condom
could hold all of his juices, but as he looked down at the distended rubber
he was reassured, deciding to wait until he had to pee to get rid of the
evidence.  The afterglow of his orgasm turned to fatigue, and within
minutes, Eric was asleep.

A change in engine pitch woke Eric, some two hours later.  It took him a
few moments to come around, and after he regained his wits, the first thing
he thought about was the filled rubber in his shorts.  He checked, and
found, a bit to his dismay, that while nothing had leaked, his cum had
glued the rubber securely to his penis, making things a bit uncomfortable.
A quick trip to the head fixed that problem, and Eric was careful to flush
the "evidence" down the toilet.  He headed forward to rejoin his parents,
who were talking about nothing in particular, and everything in general.
His mother brightened when she saw him.

"Hi sweetie," (he hated it when she called him that) "did you have a nice
nap?"

"Yeah, I guess I needed the rest.  Where are we?"

"Well, your father and I compromised, and we decided to stay on 101 for a
while, until we get a bit farther North.  There's a road that crosses over
to the coast, and the guidebook says there's a nice campground with good
facilities, so we'll stay there tonight and maybe tomorrow night as well,
if it looks good."

"Yeah, OK.  Sounds good," Eric said, trying to enthusiastic, but not really
caring.  He had resigned himself to the fact that this vacation was going
to be pretty boring until they got back to San Jose, but he would try to
make the best of it.  The rest of the day's journey was uneventful, and
they arrived at the campground in the late afternoon.  It turned out to be
very nice, with a good size creek running through it, a pool, and a nice
recreation hall that even had an air hockey game in it.  There were several
kids around, though most were younger than Eric, but all in all, not a bad
place, he decided.

His parents gave him the run of the place for a couple of hours before
dinner, so he headed to the rec hall to see what was up.  There were a few
kids hanging around, and a small knot of junior high students was gathered
around the air hockey game.  The two kids playing were pretty good, Eric
decided, but the one on the left was obviously the best player there.

As he watched him play, Eric took in details of the kid's body.  He was 13,
slightly big for his age, and fairly good-looking.  Eric was attracted to
his hair, which, like his own, was blond, but longer, a few inches down his
back.  Eric felt a slight stirring in his shorts, and found himself
wondering if every kid he saw from now on was going to be a target.  Just
about then, the blond kid won the game, and no one else was willing to
challenge him.  Eric decided to join in, and the kid, fearless, invited him
to play.

"C'mon over, if you dare.  I don't mind beating someone older and bigger,
if you don't mind losing," he said with a big grin.

Eric took the bait, and in moments, was fighting for his life in the game.
This kid was good!  It took all he had just to stay even.  The winning puck
just slipped by Eric, and the kid was ecstatic.  Eric offered a "two out of
three" match, and the kid agreed readily.  The other boys were watching
with excitement, as it seemed that no one had managed to do as well as Eric
had so far.  Eric barely won the second game.  He got hot enough that he
decided to remove his shirt.  The kid immediately followed suit, and they
began playing game number three.

There was a huge problem.  Eric was totally distracted by the other kid's
body, and within a very short time had lost the third game.  The loss of
performance surprised the boy, and he commented on it.

"Wow, that last game was easier than I expected!  What happened, you get
tired old man?"  The insult was delivered with a grin, and Eric couldn't
help but laugh.

"Yeah, I guess so.  Nice game.  Name's Eric, by the way."

"I'm Tommy.  Hey, you're pretty good!  We'll have to do this again later or
something.  You gonna be around for a while, or what?"

"For a day or two anyway.  Anything worth doing around here?"  Eric said as
he continued admiring Tommy's cute boy body.  Tommy started to pick up on
Eric's attention.

"Lots of things.  There's a really neat creek here with a good place for
swimming that's pretty private, if you know what I mean," Tommy said,
winking at Eric.

Eric wasn't sure what to make of that, but decided to go along with
whatever Tommy might have in mind.  "Well, whenever you have time, you can
show it to me."

"Cool!  How about first thing in the morning?  Say, nine or so?"

"That should be OK.  Where do I find you?"

"We're in the camper in space 10.  Just come by, I should be out."

"OK, see you then."

And that was that.  All the way back to the motorhome Eric just couldn't
shake this funny feeling about Tommy.  He wasn't sure what it was, but he
found himself excited, happy and confused all at the same time.  He was
more talkative than usual during dinner, and his folks were pleased that
Eric appeared to be enjoying himself more than they expected.  He mentioned
Tommy, and their plans for the next day, and both of them were happy that
their son had found a friend, and, more importantly, that his friend was
someone that Eric could be a "big brother" to, since he was the youngest of
the family.

The next morning Eric awoke early, alive with excitement.  He and his
parents had a good time over breakfast, a fact not lost on them.  They
decided to show an interest in Eric's friend, so after they had all cleaned
up, they went with Eric to Tommy's campsite.  Tommy was outside, goofing
around when they arrived.  Tommy's parents were also there to meet Eric,
since they were concerned about leaving their boy with someone they didn't
know.  They were genuinely relieved to meet not only Eric, but his parents
as well.

Eric started the round of introductions.  "Hi, I'm Eric, and these are my
folks, Charlie and Linda Larsen."

"Pleased to meet you," said Tommy's mother, "I'm Susan, and this is my
husband John."

Linda spoke up right away.  "Oh, my sister's husband's name is John.  In
fact, we just came from their house..." and she began rattling on.  Eric
shot a glance at Tommy, who nodded his head to one side as if to say,
"Let's go."

"Hey Mom, Dad, Eric and I are going exploring, OK?"

Preoccupied with their conversation, Susan absently waved the two boys off,
"Sure go ahead boys.  Be back by lunch.  Have fun!"

The boys went off, Tommy in the lead, toward the creek.  As they walked,
Eric suddenly thought of something.  "Hey, Tommy!  You said there was a
swimming hole at the creek.  Shouldn't we get our swimsuits?"

Tommy's reply caught Eric off guard.  "Why?  It's hard to get to, and
nobody ever goes there.  Swimsuits?  We don't need no stinking swimsuits,"
he said, paraphrasing an old movie line.  "Unless of course you're chicken
or somethin'."

"Um, no, it's just that I, well..."

"You mean that you never figured a 13 year old would want to skinny dip?
Hah!  Where have you been?  I do it all the time, even in our pool at home.
Mom and Dad don't care.  In fact, they think it's 'cute.'"

"They do?  Man, my folks would give me the massive lecture if they caught
me doing that."

"Well then don't let them catch you.  Duhhh!"

As they moved down the narrow trail to the swimming hole, Tommy suddenly
stopped to point out something to Eric.  "Watch out for the poison oak
there.  That stuff is nasty."

Eric knew the noxious plant well.  "Oh yeah!  I know exactly what you mean.
Got that stuff on my arms and legs last year.  Talk about an itchy mess!
Yuck!"

Tommy started giggling uncontrollably, and Eric wondered what that was all
about.  He also noticed that the feeling he had the day before when he met
Tommy came back to the forefront of his mind as he watched the boy
laughing.  He still didn't know what that was all about.  He did, however,
resolve to get to the bottom of what Tommy found so humorous.

"What's so funny?"

"Well," Tommy said, trying to stifle his laughter, "It's just that my last
experience with poison oak was way worse than that!" and he began laughing
all over again.

"Well, are you going to laugh forever, or are you going to tell me about
it?" Eric said, mildly annoyed at missing out on the joke.

"Oh yeah.  Sure...  You see, when I got it, it was the worst place
possible.  On my dick!"

"No way!  How did that happen?"

Tommy didn't seem embarrassed at all.  He dove right into his story.
"Well, I had been out near our house where there was poison oak.  I got
some on my hands and didn't know it.  Well, to be truthful, I was out there
in the woods to meet a friend.  We both had a jerk off session, and I
spread the stuff to my dick, and that was it!  Talk about itchy.  Mom and
Dad just laughed, and said I should be more careful.  At least it went away
after about a week, but it drove me nuts while it was there."

Eric felt a stirring in his shorts, and had to adjust himself.  Here was a
13-year-old kid, talking about a mutual jack-off session!  Suddenly Eric
realized the meaning of those pangs of feeling he had been having off and
on since meeting Tommy.  He had a crush on the boy!  The sudden realization
both scared and excited him, and his cock began to swell.  Even as his
hormones kicked in, his brain resisted, sending a jumble of thoughts
through his mind.  "He's only 13!  This is all wrong!  I can't be attracted
to him, can I?  This can't be happening!  What am I going to do?"

Tommy, unable to read Eric's mind, but certainly reading the bulge in his
shorts, knew exactly what Eric wanted to do, but he decided to wait until
they reached the swimming hole to make his move.  Once there, he quickly
stripped and urged Eric to do the same.  Before Eric had a chance to move,
Tommy was arcing through the air, one leg tucked up, the other down,
arching back towards Eric in order to make the most of the huge splash that
was produced a moment later.

"Oh shit!" Eric said as he saw a wall of water headed his way.  He backed
up as quickly as he could, but got wet anyway.  Tommy broke the surface of
the pond, howling with laughter as he looked at a dripping wet Eric.

Eric was quickly losing his clothes, determined to get even.  "That's it,
you little asshole!  You better say your prayers, 'cause you're gonna get
it now!"

"Yeah?  You and what army?" Tommy sneered, and then broke into another fit
of hysterics.

"This one!" Eric exclaimed as he flung himself, now naked as well, into the
water.  Within moments he had caught up with Tommy, and had his hands
firmly locked around the lad's side, tickling him for all he was worth.
Tommy, who was ferociously ticklish, alternated between screeching howls
and uncontrollable laughter.  He felt himself slowly weakening, and decided
to try a new tactic to get the upper hand, or lower hand, as it may be...
He reached out, groping under the water, until he found Eric's cock, which
by this time was fully turgid, and boldly started jacking him off.

Eric was so caught up with exacting his revenge that he didn't notice what
Tommy was doing for the first few strokes, and then suddenly the sensations
from his lower body succeeded in invading his brain.  "What the..." he
cried suddenly, releasing his grip on the boy.  Tommy however, wrapped his
legs around Eric and continued his ministrations.

"What the hell are you doing?" he asked incredulously.  Despite his shock,
Eric made no move to push Tommy away, but was rather enjoying the feelings
the younger boy was giving him.

"It's my secret weapon!" Tommy said triumphantly.  "I saw you get hard on
the trail back there when I talked about jerking off, so I knew you'd like
it.  I had to do something to get you to stop tickling me.  You DO like it,
don't you!"

Eric did indeed like it.  He looked down into the water and saw Tommy's
hand working his straining member.  He also saw Tommy's uncut little boy
prick, fully hard and wanting attention.  Even while his mind was
protesting that it was "wrong," Eric gently took it into his hand and began
lovingly stroking it.  Tommy's fevered efforts relaxed a bit as he
responded to Eric's touch.

"Oh yeah.  Mmmm!  You do that really nice.  It's different than when my
friend does it with me."  On and on Tommy went, talking about how nice it
was with Eric, as they both moved slowly and inexorably to climax.  Eric
was much more excited than Tommy when they began, but Tommy was younger and
faster.  The result was that they came within seconds of each other, their
joint cums forming little white jets in the water where they stood.

"Oh!  Ohh!  Ahh!  Ugh!  Yeah!  Ungh!  Unghh!  Shit!  Unghh!  Unghh!  Nghhh!
Oh yeah!  Unghhh!  Unghhh!  Ahhh!"  The boys grunted and groaned as they
shot, both alternately and occasionally in unison.

They stayed that way for several minutes afterwards, holding each other,
enjoying the softness of each other as they came down from the high they
had just experienced.  Neither of them had experienced an orgasm quite like
this one before.  Both boys instinctively knew this was different.  It was
Tommy who voiced the truth first.

"Man!  I've done that a lot before, but that's the first time it felt like
that!  It's kinda like, like, well I don't know..."

The light had already come on for Eric, and he knew what it was like.
"It's different because we love each other, that's what it is."

Tommy knew, somehow, that Eric was right.  Almost as if on cue, the two
boys leaned in to each other, each to experience the kiss of that love.
Even though they had no experience, both of them nonetheless parted their
lips, and kissed each other deeply, savoring the taste of each other,
gently exploring with their tongues.  After what seemed an eternity, they
broke off, and both of them looked down simultaneously to see that they had
become fully hard again.  Eric, with Tommy's legs still wrapped around him,
carried his diminutive lover back to the edge of the pond.  Finding a
secluded area, lest someone should interrupt them, the spread out a blanket
that Tommy had brought and laid next to each other.

Eric found himself slowly stroking Tommy's hair.  He just lay there
passively enjoying the attention.  It wasn't long, however, before he began
his hands began to explore Eric's well-built chest.  As he came to his
nipples, Tommy noticed that Eric was a bit larger than other boys he had
seen.

"How come you have tits, Eric?  I've never seen that on a boy before."

Eric thought that Tommy's use of the term "boy" should have bothered him,
since he no longer considered himself a boy, but somehow, coming from him,
it became cute and endearing.  He smiled gently, and told Tommy about his
enlarged breasts, when they started, and how they sometimes embarrassed
him.  Tommy's reply warmed Eric's heart even more.

"I think they're cute!  Can I, um, I mean, may I, umm..." Tommy asked,
awkwardly.

Eric didn't wait for him to finish his obviously embarrassed sentence.
"Here," he said, offering his breast to Tommy's curious mouth.  He latched
on, suckling Eric gently.  The feeling sent small jolts throughout Eric's
body, and he moaned quietly with the pleasure he was receiving.  "Oh
yeah...  Mmmm.  That's nice.  Mmmm."

Eric's moved his hands to Tommy's soft, round ass cheeks, kneading them
gently.  The boy responded by slowly humping his prick into Eric.  Tommy
released the nipple he was lovingly enjoying, and the two boys again locked
in a deep, passionate kiss.  After several seconds of this, Eric could
stand the building passion no longer.  He easily rolled Tommy onto his
back, straddled him in a 69 position, and took Tommy's meat into his mouth.
Tommy got the hint, and began working Eric's head with his tongue,
eventually taking part of the much larger cock into his mouth as well.

Both boys pleasured each other this way for only a couple of minutes before
Tommy began cumming.  Eric felt the cock in his mouth swell slightly, and
savored each blast of boycream as it pulsed past his ministering tongue.
Though he was a complete amateur, Tommy did a good job of stimulating Eric,
and that combined with the muffled groans around his cock, and the exciting
taste of his newfound lover's semen, pushed Eric violently over the edge.
His voice rose to a fever pitch as he moaned his release, the sound stifled
by the little cocklet still firmly planted in his mouth.  His own cock
pulsed with intensity into Tommy's mouth, and the boy, though excited to
receive the load, struggled to keep up with the flow.  It was a losing
battle, and cum began to leak around the edges of his mouth, dribbling down
his cheeks.

With both boys totally spent, Eric rolled off of Tommy, turned to face him,
and licked his face clean, ending in yet another passionate kiss where the
two shared the taste of their combined creams.  It was Tommy who broke the
silence.

"That was so good!  You are the best!  I really love you, Eric," he said
softly, giving him a big hug.

"I love you too, Tommy.  You're the neatest kid I've ever met."

The two lay in their embrace for a long time, until eventually they began
to get a little cold.  After one last dip in the swimming hole, they dried
off and put their clothes back on to head back to the campground.

The rest of the day, and all the next, the two boys were inseparable.
Between their lovemaking sessions they also played air hockey, with Eric
finally winning a match, but not without Tommy getting even, more swim
sessions, and even some combined family hikes.  Tommy and Eric's parents
had become friends, and it turned out that Tommy lived only about 30
minutes away from Eric, so arrangements were made for everyone to get
together when vacation was over.  Both boys were delighted, even though
they knew the distance would limit their relationship.

The day that he and his folks left was almost unbearable for Eric.  Both he
and Tommy cried for a long time, though both were careful not to let their
parents see their emotional farewell.  Again, Eric could not understand the
sheer depth of the feelings he had for his little friend, and once again
guilt over the "abomination" he had become flooded his soul.  "Why?" he
asked.  "Why did God make me this way, and then condemn me for being me?"
The question came again and again to his mind, and there was no answer
other than the tears of loss, and the emptiness of missing his new love as
the campground receded into the distance.

Eric could not imagine the trip to Oregon being any fun at all at this
point, but he determined to put the best face on it that he could muster.
In his mind, he imagined forcing himself to enjoy what lay ahead, knowing
that there were actually going to be many nice experiences to come, if only
he would let himself enjoy them.  Fortunately for him, the rest of the trip
would be much nicer than he expected...