Date: Thu, 29 Nov 2007 11:26:54 +0100
From: Dag S. <dsnor@hotmail.com>
Subject: Eric-my-boy Part 4 (Nifty/Adult-youth)

This story contains consensual sexual acts between adult males and minor
boys. If this offends you, or would somehow get you into trouble from
reading it, you know what to do -- get out of here!!

This is written with no thoughts about what's safe and not, so don't do
something like this in the real world.  What happens in here is nothing but
fiction.  It is also written in a language that I did not learn as a kid
growing up, but from studying it as an adult.  Therefore I apologize for
faults, bad sentences and misspellings that I was unable to correct.

Enjoy -- hopefully -- is all I can say and I will respond to meaningful
criticism or other more pleasant replies.  Flames will, well, you can
guess.

I am at:  dsnor@hotmail.com just in case you want to write me.


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When I finally was able to speak, he let go of my cock and moved so we
could kiss.  His mouth tasted of my cum, and I loved it, tasting it like
that.

"Oh darling, Eric, you sweet little boy, thank you so very much. This is
something I will never forget, son," I said and kissed him again.

"Neither will I, dad," he answered, his eyes filled with tears as he was
clinging to me in an embrace of love.


Eric, my boy -- Part 4


I think we both slept for no more than a few minutes, and when I woke up, I
suddenly remember Eric telling me that his grandmother was coming home a
little after 7pm.  Looking at the clock on my nightstand, I saw that the
time was already past 6:30.

"Hey, lover boy, we have to get you home", I said and got out of the bed.
And we also have to get your bike at the supermarket. There was a rather
hectic few minutes with Eric cleaning up at the bathroom while I got
dressed and got everything ready to leave.

On our way to the super market we talked about what had just happened, both
of sorry for not being able to spend more time together just now.  But I
promised him that he could come back the next day, or whenever he felt like
it.

His bike was at the super market just where he had left it.  We loaded it
in the back of my SW and continued to his house.  We arrived a few minutes
before 7, got his bike out of the car and then hugged each other.  He
looked so sad and I asked him to cheer up.

"Remember, Eric, my darling, this is not just a one-time-happening!  Not if
it is up to me, at least," I told him as he reluctantly moved away from me
and started to walk his bike up to the front door.  Suddenly he just
dropped his bike, turned around and started to run back, throwing himself
into my outstretched arms.

"I love you, dad," he whispered in my ear, and I kissed him gently on his
check and answered: "I love you too, son, I really do.  Can't wait until
tomorrow, so please come back to me, darling."

"I promise, dad, I'll be back tomorrow, I'll be back to be with you, my
lover".

Then he went back to his bike, picked it up and as soon as he was safe
inside, I left, driving home.

That night I did not sleep so well, most of the time I was thinking about
what had happened between the two of us, and as I relived most of it, I had
a hard time not stroking myself all the way into a complete and wonderful
orgasm.  But I wanted to wait until Eric was back in my arms as well as in
my bed.  One thing seemed pretty certain, he had entered my mind as well as
my heart, and taken possession of both.  For how long and in what way I
could only imagine, but I knew that the feelings I had for this wonderful
boy was true and pure, and not just related to the sex we had shared, no
matter how wonderful it had been.

I must have fallen asleep rather late, and woke up around 10AM from the
sound of my door- bell.  Hurrying downstairs while putting my dressing-gown
around me, I went to the front door and when I opened it, there was Eric.

"Hi there, and do come inside," I said as my heart most certainly set off
at a pace not usual for me at that time of day.  As soon as the door was
closed behind us, he threw his arms around me and said: "Dan, oh dad, I
have missed you so much, I have hardly slept all night thinking about
coming here, about us, about what we did, about what we did not do, yet."

"Same for me, son, just so you know," and then we were kissing again and he
was clinging to my body and there was no doubt that he was ready for
whatever might happen.  I felt his hard cock pressing against his shorts
and against me.  My dressing-gown was soon gone, and my just as hard cock
was just already leaking its sweet precum. When Eric started to moan from
our bodies pressing together, I knew exactly how he felt, but wanted to
slow down a bit.

"Hey baby, what about some breakfast for me? No matter how wonderful this
is, I need something to eat," I said when our kiss finally broke.

"Ok, dad, you might need your strength today, so you better have some
nourishment," he answered with a big smile on his face and as we were
gently nudging at each other, we headed towards the kitchen.

It did not take me long to get the coffee going and Eric helped me as best
he could. It was obvious that this kind of work was not unfamiliar to him,
and with just a few questions about where to find this and that, we were
soon sitting by the table, enjoying a nice meal together.

All the time we were talking, about ourselves, about his school, friends,
hobbies, well just about whatever felt natural.  Then I asked about his
family, or rather lack of family since he had told me when we met that he
was an orphan, but without any details.

He said that his mother died when he was 2 years old and that he did not
remember her at all.  He had no idea about his father, and that was it.  He
and her mother had been living with his grandmother, she was divorced, and
it was only natural that this continued when his mother died.  They had
moved around some, and had moved here about one year ago.  He did not have
so many friends, he usually preferred to be by himself, and especially
after he found out that he must be gay.  He had wondered about it for more
than a year, noticing how he felt when he saw other guys naked, and
especially older guys like with me that time at the swimming hall.  He
always got hard and had to cover himself up, or at least wear some baggy
pair of shorts unless he wanted everyone around him to notice his reaction.

Girls were of no interest what so ever, and certainly not in any kind of
sexual or romantic relationship.  One girl in his class had once tried to
kiss him when they were at a classmate's birthday party, and he shuddered
as he told me about it.  And there were seldom any reaction when he looked
at other naked boys in the showers; the reaction always came from looking
at or dreaming about men from 30-35 y/o that could look like or even become
a father-figure to him.

"And that is what I felt when I saw you, Dan. Something just HIT me, and it
was not just sexual, although I have jerked off so many times with you in
my thoughts, whispering "dad"

or even crying it out loud when I came. I felt I knew you, even if I only
knew where you lived.  At the same time I also felt so certain that you
were gay, I only wish I knew how I could feel that way, because sometimes
it scared me so much, me being able to feel that about you, not knowing you
at all. And there was never anything from what I saw in the shower or from
all the times I have seen you coming and going in your car that gave me or
told me what you really were.  I just knew it!"

He left his seat at the table and came over to me, asking: "Can I sit in
your lap, dad? Please hold me!"

As I made room for him, putting my arms around him and held him close, he
started to cry.

Gently I kissed his hair, stroking his back and telling him how happy I was
for someone or something bringing us together.

"I love you, son, my darling Eric, and I feel the same about you that we
belong together, and I promise you I'll do my best to make that happen.
But we have to work or sort out how we can spend as much time together as
possible, and to do that I think you have to tell your grandmother
something, or at least let me meet her.  But we don't have to make any
plans right now, because now the time is ours to spend together here"

"Thank you dad," he managed to say between his sobs.  And then, after a few
more minutes as he calmed down, he looked up at me and said: "What I really
want and need now is for us to make love, Dan.  I want to be with you like
we did yesterday, but only so much longer and so much more and not to have
to hurry home after we have done all the things we want to!"  He looked at
me with pleading eyes and then whispered so low I had problems hearing what
he really said:

"Will you make love to me now, Dad, please?"

...and as usual, to be continued....