Date: Mon, 18 Sep 2000 16:39:56 -0700
From: bazmar <3stix@concentric.net>
Subject: Eric At Last

Have you ever held on to the same fantasy for years and finally, long after
you'd given up hope of it ever coming true it does.  It's like getting a
Christmas present in February.  It's not anything you expect, but it sure
can make you happy.  That's just what happened to me.

Before I share it with you I'll give you a little background. I was
introduced to the pleasures of sucking cock at the tender age of 15 by one
of the neighborhood tough guys, who was a couple of years older than me.
He thought he was pretty cool, Mr. BadAss "forcing" another guy to polish
his knob, but he soon discovered that you can't force the eager.  It may
have burst his bubble to learn that I liked it, but it didn't prevent him
from seeking me out.  It was after all the perfect arrangement; he liked
being sucked; I liked sucking.

He gave me lots of practice; by the time I turned 16 I was a fairly adept
pole smoker. It wasn't that I didn't enjoy doing my neighbor, but after
taking his load at least 150 times I wanted to expand out to new (and
hopefully bigger) things. I looked at any good looking guy I saw as someone
who I could suck if the opportunity arose. It was just a matter of time
before something happened.

That summer, having just got my license, I wanted my own car.  My dad made
me a deal.  He owned a small manufacturing company.  He'd front me the
money for my wheels, but I'd have to pay off my loan by working for him
during all school vacations.  Who could pass up a deal like that? So that's
how I met Eric.

Eric was 20 years old and everything I considered a super hunk to be. He
had short-cropped, sandy blond hair, pale blue eyes, an All-American,
Saturday Evening Post kind of face together with a body that nearly took my
breath away the first time I saw him.  He was my definition of
masculine. There's no denying it, I was in lust at first sight. From the
moment I noticed the bulge protruding from the crotch of his jeans I wanted
to do nothing less than drop to my knees and worship it.

Eric had worked for my dad since his senior year in high school, but we'd
never met. I knew him by reputation only.  Dad really liked him, saying he
was a hard and willing worker and dad was never one to hand out compliments
or praise just for the sake of doing so.  At the time Eric was sort of a
jack of all trades, learning the entire operation from the ground up. Dad
had great hopes for advancing him as the business grew and prospered.  My
summer job was going to be to take over running the outside errands and
office boy duties that he' been doing while he became more involved in
learning the production end of the business.

Of course this meant that for the first couple of weeks I would be working
with Eric while he trained me.  As far as I was concerned this was the
perfect arrangement and I determined to have him before the two weeks were
up. To understand where I was coming from, or at least to put it into
perspective, you need to know that I was an only child with asthma and I'd
become used to getting my own way. Not that I got everything just for the
asking, but if I was willing to work and plot, I usually got what I
wanted. Add to this the fact that I'd led a very sheltered life, despite
the fact that I'd been sucking cock for over a year, and really didn't know
much about sex in the real world. So it's somewhat understandable that it
didn't occur to me that anybody would see anything wrong with one guy
wanting to suck another off, and I certainly didn't realize that a guy who
enjoyed sex might turn down the offer of a blow job. Not even the fact that
Eric was married with one kid and another on the way deterred me in my
quest.

I certainly didn't waste any time.  We'd been out on the road alone for
about 20 minutes when, not even trying to maneuver the conversation toward
sex I just came out and asked,

"Eric have you ever had a blow job?"

He looked pretty shocked, at least by the abruptness of the question, he
laughed a little nervously and said, "course I've had a blow job.  I'm
married aren't I?"

I didn't know what to say so I blurted out the first thing that came to my
tongue, "your wife blows you?" I'll admit I felt more than a little stupid.
It really had not dawned on me that women did such things.  My neighbor had
a girl friend, but he came to me to blow him. Suddenly I realized that
woman were competitors when it came to pleasing men orally.

"Shit yes!  She give great head, or at least she does when she's not
pregnant. She hasn't been able to do it in the past couple of months. You
know how women get when they're expecting, they start throwing up for the
least little reason.  But, other than that I get head whenever I want it
and that's pretty often.  There's nothing I like better'n a good hum job."

Within the space of a couple of seconds my hopes were dashed and then
renewed.  His wife blew him; he loved getting sucked; and now his wife
couldn't blow him. Never one to miss a window of opportunity I just came
out and asked.

"Would you like me to blow you since your wife can't?  I do a really good
job."

He looked stunned and didn't say anything for a couple of minutes. I, of
course was hoping he was trying to figure out a place to go, but instead he
finally said, "listen kid, I'm not too much into the idea of having sex
with a guy.  If that's your thing, that's cool with me, but I'm really not
too into it."

I took this not to be a flat refusal.  Not too into it, to me said that
maybe he could be a little into to it. So I said, just in case he wasn't
clear on the point, "you don't have to do anything to me, I'll just suck
you 'til you come."

"Yeah kid, I got the general idea, but like I said I'm not really cool with
the idea.  Besides I don't think your old man would be too happy with the
idea either and I really dig him. I wouldn't want to do anything that would
make him unhappy."

"Don't worry I'd never mention it to dad.  It could be our secret."

I guess he was just trying to get me to end the conversation so he said,
"Well not today, but I'll think about it."

That did the trick. I dropped the subject and hoped for another day.  That
night I jacked off three loads just thinking about Eric fucking my
face. Over the next few days I was relentless in my pursuit of him. I tried
to persuade him using every reason and argument I could think of, but it
didn't seem as though I was getting any closer to getting what I wanted.
For his part, he was very nice to me.  Though he always said no, he never
gave me a hard time, nor did he make me feel bad or inferior. Finally he
admitted that I was wearing him down. It seems like his wife had turned off
to sex almost totally and he was entering the perpetually horny zone. At
first I thought my lucky day had arrived, but he went on to explain his
point.

"A guy can only take so much temptation. I'm a hurtin' unit in the sex
department and here you are asking me day in and day out if I want head. Of
course I do. Right now sex of any kind is starting to sound pretty good.
But I made a vow to my wife to be true to her and she made the same vow
back to me.  I want her to keep her vows, no matter what happens, no matter
how horny she might get.  I can't break my vows to her and expect her to
keep hers. So if you really like me you'll help me keep my vows.  Please
don't keep putting temptation in my path.

"I like you. I think you're a cool kid, even if you like sucking dicks, but
I'm going to end up hating you if you are responsible for me doing
something I'll always regret."

What could I say?  I promised to stop and I did.  After that, though I
worked part time at the plant until I went away to college, I stayed out of
his way and said little more than hello when I ran into him at work. I
never propositioned him again.

After leaving for Boston University, I didn't see him again, though I never
forgot him. In the ensuing 17 years I'll bet I pumped out enough cum to
fill an Olympic sized swimming pool just thinking about sucking his cock.

Then about six months ago, my dad died.  It was totally unexpected, a
massive coronary, out on the golf course. It was just the way he'd always
said he wanted to go, fast and doing something he loved to do.  I was
living in Boston at the time and I immediately drove back to Jersey.  My
mother asked me to come back home and take over the business.  I'd just
broken up with my lover of 9 years and was pretty bored with my routine
job.  Though I made a good living, my life had become dull and humdrum. I
needed a change and this was the perfect opportunity.  I had an MBA and
knew enough about the business to know that I could keep it going and even
improve it.  The fact that I'd be no more than a 45 minutes drive to New
York's gay life didn't hurt matters either.

After the funeral I tended to some legal matters that couldn't wait and
found myself a great old house to rent until I could find something to buy,
then I returned to Boston to close things up.  I gave notice at work and
made arrangements to have my things packed and moved.  Within a month of
dad's dying I moved and was ready to take on the business. I drove out to
the plant early on that first Monday. I found myself thinking of Eric.  I
knew he still worked there and I wondered how he'd look after all these
years.

Eric had prospered.  He'd made company vice president in charge of
production.  He was now nearly 37, but the years had not only been kind to
him, they'd been generous. He had improved with age.  His body, was still
great, but it had shed the last vestiges of boyhood and was totally man.
His face had matured with rugged good looks, he could easily have earned a
living as a magazine model. He was just as charming and friendly as he'd
been when he was 20.  So often the things you remember from your youth
don't measure up to your memories when you see them years later. That was
definitely not the case with Eric. He was one fine specimen of male animal,
it's no wonder I'd flipped for him.

The morning was spent in meetings, first a large meeting attended by all
department heads and then individual meetings with each.  I scheduled a
lunch meeting with Eric and had my secretary reserve a table for two at the
best waterhole in the area.  Eric was waiting in the outer office when I
finished with the last of my morning appointments. He shook my hand warmly
and said he was looking forward to the two of us working together.

"We've both come a long way since we first met.  You a high school kid and
me an errand boy.  Who would have thought that someday we'd be together
running your dad's business?"

We were walking toward the parking lot when I said, "Eric, I know we are
going to work well together.  I have some ideas on how we can streamline
and make operations more effective and profitable, but I can't do it
without you.  You're the only one with the brains and the experience to
keep production going while we're modernizing.  I guarantee it will be
profitable for you.  I'd like to discuss these plans with you along with
profit sharing and stock options for you.  If you're going to work to make
this company grow then I want you to share fully in the success and the
profit. I'm promoting you to Executive Vice President and in addition to
the other benefits I've already mentioned you can expect a $25,000 raise.
It's going to take both of us working hard and long hours over the next
year, but it will be worth it for us."

"That's great, I've never minded hard work or long hours. Your dad was set
in his ways, his motto was if it ain't broke don't fix it, but I know
there's a lot we can do to boost production and profit.  Count me in all
the way."

"I'm sure your wife will be pleased as well. You'll have to spend away from
her and the family until things are reorganized, but it'll be worth it in
the long run for everyone. I'd like to meet her, maybe I can take both of
you out some evening soon."


"You mean your dad didn't tell you?  Karen and I have been divorced for
going on six years now. She made a Class A jackass out of me. When she
filed for divorce I couldn't believe it.  As far as I knew there was
nothing wrong with our marriage. I thought maybe she was just a hormone
thing and that she'd snap out of it. So I tried to be the helpful,
understanding husband.  I didn't contest the divorce or go for custody of
the kids.  I let her lawyer handle the whole thing.  Next thing I know I
have no wife and she headed off to Florida with my former best friend,
taking my kids with them. Come to find out they'd been ballin' steady for a
couple of years.

"That was it for me. I'll never get married again. I don't think I'd ever
be able to trust another woman as long as I live. If I could get along
without sex I'd never even look at another one. Now the only contact I have
with any of them is for sex, pure and simple. I've been doing the swinging
thing for a few months and I've learned I'm up for anything so long as it
makes me feel good and has no strings attached.

"You know the whole time we were married I never once cheated on that
bitch.  Not that I didn't have the chance either. I had lots of chances to
cop a little trim on the side and never once did. I even had a few guys
proposition me, like you did back when you were a kid. I can't tell you how
many times I've looked back on that and other offers I had and have kicked
myself for not taking advantage of them."

I'd been listening sympathetically as Eric unburdened himself, but that
last line nearly took my breath away. There was no doubt that I still found
him incredibly sexually attractive; I'd been jacking off for years
fantasizing about this hunky man. Now it seemed that he was making himself
available to me. Still we'd just become reacquainted and we had a lot
riding on our business relationship. I didn't, couldn't do anything that
would jeopardize that. I didn't know what to do so I didn't do much of
anything.  I made some inane remarks about how hard it must be for him; how
I felt his pain; how he'd meet someone, some day who would make him change
his mind about romance; bullshit like that.  We ate a great lunch and
talked business, but it was really hard to keep my mind off what was
between Eric's muscular legs. We went back to the office with no further
reference to sex.

The remainder of the week was so busy for both of us that we barely had
time to do anything other than the routine. There was still much to discuss
and plan. For this reason on Friday afternoon I asked Eric if he'd be
willing to work on a long range plan with me on Saturday.  He looked a
little disappointed, but said, "sure not a problem.  What time do you want
to meet?"

"Are you sure it's alright, you didn't have other plans made, did you?"

"As a matter of fact I did, but it's nothing I can't put off. The meeting
is more important."

"If you're sure, I'll meet you here say 10:00 tomorrow morning?"

"That's fine. See you tomorrow."

"Great."

I couldn't help but stare at his bubble butt as he left my office. That
night I spent a long, slow session stroking myself to an immense orgasm
just thinking of swallowing him whole.  It was somehow very satisfying,
because now I felt that I had a chance to turn it into reality.  I just
didn't know how soon that would be.

The next morning I arrived at the office at 9:30.  I was dressed casually
in a polo shirt and a pair of dockers.  Eric arrived at just before 10:00,
carrying a couple of containers of Dunkin' Doughnut coffee and wearing a
pair of baggy sweat pants and an old sweat shirt.  The fabric of the sweat
pants was so soft and worn that you didn't have to look hard or stare to
see that there was a fat cock swinging loose just behind the material. I
began to think that his purpose in life was to sexually torment me.

"So," I asked, "were you able to rearrange your plans?"

"No.  I was going to entertain a couple from Connecticut, and I was hoping
they'd come down later in the evening and spend the night so that we ccould
party after I finished here, but they have a wedding to attend back home
tomorrow afternoon, so we left it for some other time. I gave up at least a
couple of great blow jobs for this meeting.  You owe me big time."

I wasn't sure how to answer that, though I thought of a couple of ways, but
I just kept my mouth shut and we got down to work.  At about 2:00 it dawned
on us that we were hungry so we call out for pizza delivery.  It was about
6:00 when we both decided we'd had enough and it was clear we'd made
significant progress.  We worked well together.

Eric stood, giving a man sized stretch. When he did, his shirt rode up
exposing his hard, flat stomach and the flaxen down that surrounded his
navel and then trailed downward toward his prize.  As my eyes gazed lower I
stared right at the head of his dick.  When he stretched backward it had
pushed forward and was now right in front of my face clearly outlined
beneath the soft material of his sweats.  The head alone was the size of a
hen's egg.  I guess my mouth dropped open and I was staring.

The next thing I heard was a chuckle followed by, "see something you like?"

"Yes," I barely whispered, "and I see something I've wanted for almost 16
years. Can I have it?"

"Seems only right. I should have let you have it back 16 years ago, so I
guess I owe it to you.  And for sure you owe me a fantastic blow job
because that's what I missed out on this afternoon."

"Then," I said grinning, "I think we can work out a deal.  Do you want to
do it here or would you like to come back to my place?"

"Tell you what.  I'm super horny, it's been awhile since I've been with
anyone.  That's why I was disappointed at missing out on the Connecticut
couple, they both have very talented mouths.  I'm good to go for at least
two or three rounds.  If you don't mind I'd like it quick, down and dirty
here and now.  Then once the edge is off we can go back to your place and
do it again slow and easy.  You up for that?"

"I am if you are," I said.  Was I ever?  Eric sat down in his chair again
and then swung it around toward where I was sitting at the end of the
table.  He stretched out, spread his legs and then grabbed the top of his
sweats with his thumbs and pulled it down and hooked it under his large
ball sac.  His cock was plumping out and rising right before my eyes.  By
the time I got out of my chair, came around the side of the table and
kneeled between his legs it was standing steely hard, a full 6 1/2 inches
of the thickest manmeat I'd ever seen.  I was easily as big around as it
was long. In the flesh it was even more beautiful than I'd ever imagined.

I'd waited so long for this. I felt as though I were dreaming.  I took hold
of it in my hand feeling its velvety soft warmth.  I gently pulled it
toward my face and flicked my tongue out to capture the small clear bead of
man honey that had just formed at the slit. I tasted him for the first time
and went wild.  I dove down on that meaty hog and didn't come up for air
until he was moaning like a bitch in heat.  I was determined that he was
going to get the best blow job of his life; I was certain I was going to
give the best blow job of my life.

He couldn't stand it.  He was too hot to just kick back and enjoy it.  He
grabbed the back of my head with his strong opened hands and pumping into
my mouth.  He began slowly, but as we both became more comfortable and sure
of each other's rhythms the speed pick up. It was as though he'd been
suddenly unchained.  He stood up so that he could drive himself deeper,
never letting go of my head.  We bonded, mouth to cock, a virtual fucking
machine. All I wanted was to drink from the essence of his being, to feel
him gushing his pent up juices into my mouth and down my throat.  I felt
his balls tighten up, his breathing become more labored and his body
tense. Then it happened. His cock swelled and pulsed and he shot.  There
was almost not enough room for both cock and cum, but I took gulp after
gulp. There was no way I was giving up a single drop.

When he'd regained his composure, breath and ability to speak he looked
down at me, my mouth still stuffed with his now softening piece.  He was
grinning from ear to ear.

"Hot damn, bossman.  That was the best head I've ever had, bar none.  If
that's what you can do on your knees with my britches still on I can't wait
to be naked with you in a bed.  I hope you liked it as much as I did, cause
if so it's my guess neither one of us will ever bitch about working late
again."

I slid his cock from my mouth, kissing the head as I did.  I looked up at
him again and just smiled.  But he was right.  Naked and in bed made things
much more interesting...but that's a whole other story.