Date: Sat, 8 Dec 2007 12:22:22 +0100
From: Dag S. <dsnor@hotmail.com>
Subject: Eric-my-boy Part 6 (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.


Previous:

"Oh my darling, my son," I cried as I started to fill him with my
lovecream and I don't think I have ever cummed that much in my life, it
felt like it would never end.

Obviously it had to end, and I more or less fell down on top of Eric,
totally spent, totally exhausted.  There we met in a long, hot kiss,
licked his cum from his face, and then we kissed again to let him taste
his own cum from my tongue.

"Daddy, now I am yours, completely yours," Eric said as we drifted into
sleep.

Eric, my boy -- Part 6.

We only slept for a few minutes, the position with me still on top of him
and not to forget, still inside him made it difficult to stay like that
for too long.  I felt Eric stirring beneath me and felt him as he tried
to keep my now rather deflated cock inside him, pressing his muscles
together, almost like milking me.  It had, the obvious for him, desired
effects, and I started to grow again, filling his love chute more and
more.

"It's so good to feel you like this," he said when I was as hard as I
could expect from the fucking that had taken place less than 10 minutes
ago.

"I love it too, darling," I answered, "I wish this is just as good for
you as it is for me!"

"Will you fuck me again, daddy?" he asked me. "I really want you
too."

"Of course I will, as long as you promise me to stop if you feel some
pain, or just want me to stop," I answered him as our lips meet in
another hot, passionate kiss.  And then, still kissing, I started to
move, slowly at first, feeling his cock hard against my stomach as I
withdraw and then pushed myself as far as I could, not stopping until my
cock was buried deep inside him.

"I never knew this would feel so great," he said over and over again,
and I wondered if he had any idea at all how wonderful I felt myself,
being able to fuck him like this. Since we both just had cummed, our
lovemaking felt even better than the first time. Then Eric started to
move his body in perfect harmony with mine; trusting his body against me
at the precise moment when I only had the tip of my cock inside him,
getting ready to ram back inside him. He ass was so hot, so wonderful
tight around my continuously moving cock that after about 10 minutes or
so, I felt myself building towards another orgasm.

"I'm getting close, darling," I said, "this is just so good that it
is almost impossible to hold back much longer".

"Oh yes, for me too," he panted and continued: "I want to taste it
this time, give it to me now, daddy, in my mouth this time!"

"OK, love, get ready for me", I managed to say as I withdraw from his
ass and moved up towards his face, my cock dripping wet from my own cum
which I had shot in his ass earlier.

He then grabbed my cock with one hand, and steered it towards his greedy
mouth, obviously not caring about what other remnants there might be on
it.  As soon as his lips closed around it, I started to fuck his face,
careful not to go too deep, and Eric sucked as he never had before. With
his other hand he started to jerk his own cock, and it took us both just
another minute before the final was upon us.

I felt his body started to jerk under me, and was unable to hold back any
longer. My balls tightened and then, as I felt a few hot drops of Eric's
cum hit my back, my own cum started to fill his mouth.  He sucked and
swallowed, swallowed and sucked, making sure not to miss a single drop of
my pouring cum.

When he finally had to let go of my shrinking cock, he looked up at me
and said with the biggest smile I had ever seen on his face:

"This is the best-tasting drink I have ever had, daddy!  Please let me
have this as often as we can!"

I smiled back, telling him that as far as I could help, it would be a
great pleasure to be his constant and most reliable supplier of this
nectar or life.  And I also told him that I wanted his as often as
possible.

"But now we have to do some serious talking, son", I said, "but it
will have to wait until we both have had a shower. "Come on, son, let's
do it together."

After we shared most of my hot water, washing each other very carefully,
of course taking breaks which were filled with lots of kissing and
hugging, we dried ourselves with large, soft towels. Then we both put on
a pair of shorts and went downstairs to the kitchen.

As we sat by the kitchen-table, having some light food and something to
drink, we started to talk.  My main issue was how to have Eric's
grandmother letting Eric come to my house as often as we wanted to, which
of course, were most of the time he could stay away from home and school.

At the back of my house I have a small garden that needs to be mowed, and
otherwise there is not much work to do.  I suggested that he could do
that for me, at least tell his grandmother that he was offered this job.
How we met would be easier to tell her, he just happened to be passing my
house a few days ago and we started to talk, and it ended with me
offering him the job.

But this would not be a good enough reason for him to come to my house
every day, so when he told me that he did not have a computer at home,
and really needed one for his home-work, we both agreed that this would
be the best reason for him to come around as often as possible.

When I said that we ought to discuss this with his grandmother, to have
her permission for him to do this, he looked at me and asked if this
really was necessary.

"Yes, son, I really do think so.  First of all, my neighbors might
wonder why you spend so much time here, and you know that what we have
done is not considered a normal behavior between a young boy like you and
an adult like me. You know that I could go to jail for this, and more or
less ruin the lives for both of us. No matter how wonderful it is to be
with you, I don't think it's worth spending years in prison for loving
you."

Eric was looking rather seriously at me now, and after a while he
answered:

"Yes, dad, of course, I understand and agree with you completely when
you say it like that."

Then we just sat there, talking about ourselves and I think we both felt
as we had known each other for a very long time.

This being a Saturday, Eric had lots of time to be with me, but his
grandmother was due home any time from an early shift at the restaurant.

We then decided that he should go home and tell her what we had agreed
upon, and also that I would like to meet her if she wanted to.  I gave
him my phone-numbers and then he left, but not before he had dressed into
his own clothes and a lot of kissing while doing it.

I went back upstairs, removed the cum- and sweat stained sheets from my
bed, put them in the washer and made up the bed.   Then I went outside
and sat in the sun by the pool, thinking once more about what had
happened since I met Eric.

About an hour after Eric left, my cell-phone started to ring.  Picking it
up from the table next to me, I noticed that whoever was calling me, was
calling from an unknown number.  I hoped that it might be Eric, and I was
right, it was him.  He then told me that he had told his grandmother
about me and that she wanted to talk with me.  I told him OK, and then I
heard him telling her that she should take the phone. A few seconds later
she was there, talking to me:

"Hello, this is Martha, I am Eric's grandmother."

"Hello Martha", I answered, "it's nice to talk to you.  I am Dan, as
I guess you understand."

"Yes, Dan, I know, Eric has been telling me about you and the offer
about him earning himself some money from mowing your lawn, and also that
you would let him use your computer for his homework. I have to tell you
that I appreciate that offer a lot, and I understand that Eric is so
happy for this opportunity."

"Well, it's just a pleasure for me to being able to help him; he seemed
such a nice boy and I guess we kind of hit it off immediately;" I
answered.

"Thank you, Dan," she said and then asked me if I would mind coming
over later that day.  "It's just that I would like to meet you in
person, I do hope you understand. Eric is all the family I have, and I
want to know the people he meet, at least when I have the opportunity to
meet them myself."

I could hear Eric making some sounds in the background, trying to tell
her something, but I had more or less anticipated this course of action
from his grandmother, so I had no problems responding in a positive way
to her wish.  We then agreed on what time I should come over, and as she
gave me their address, we said our goodbyes.

About three hours later I was on my way, quite nervous, but also looking
forward to see Eric again and to meet his grandmother.  Since it was no
more than a 5 min walk, I did not take my car, and as I was getting close
to the house where they lived, I noticed that their neighborhood was very
similar to mine, although the houses were smaller and that they showed
signs of being somewhat a bit run down compared to my own.

When I pressed the doorbell, it only took a few seconds before the door
was opened and Eric was standing there, smiling his very special and
beautiful smile.

"Hi da....Dan," he said, blushing from his mistake of almost calling me
dad in front of his grandmother that was just then coming to the door.

"Well, Eric, are you not going to invite your friend inside?" she asked
and then she looked at me.

All of a sudden she just stopped, and an "Oh my God" escaped her mouth
before I noticed that she her face had become white as a blanket. She
almost stumbled before she managed to put a hand on Eric's shoulder, and
once more she said: "Oh my God!"

Eric looked up at her face and stammered quite anxiously:

"What's wrong, grandmother?" and then he looked quite bewildered up at
me and asked me to help him as it was obvious that she was about to
faint.

I got inside in a hurry, took hold of Martha and helped her back towards
the kitchen with Eric leading the way.

"Get a glass of water," I told him as I managed to get her into a
chair.

A few minutes later Martha was sitting there with her glass in her hand,
looking at me and seemed quite unable to say anything else than "Oh my
God!"

Eric and I were looking at each other, both of us rather confused. But
then when she seemed to calm down a bit, I asked her what had happened.

She sat there for a while, staring at me as if she had seen a ghost, and
when she had finished what she was about to say, I understood her
reaction quite well.

"When I first looked at you standing there at our door, Dan, I just
thought I was going to die. You see, you look exactly like Eric's
father, or what I guess he would have looked like had he still been
alive.  So my reaction when I saw you, thinking I was seeing someone that
has been dead for about 10 years, well, it came as a big, extremely
unexpected and big shock to me.

Then she started to tell me about Eric's parents.  At the time when they
met each other, they were around 15-16 y/o, going to the same school, and
living in another state than we were right now.  She and Eric had moved
here about 2 years ago.

His parents, Ann and Paul, got married when they were 18 and 19 y/o,
because Ann got pregnant, and it was never a question of doing anything
else than to get married and have the child.

After Eric was born, everything was going as one could expect with all of
them.  Then, when Eric was 2 y/o, his parents were killed in a road
accident, when their car was hit by an oncoming truck.

She was crying now, telling me all this, kind of reliving things after
the shock I had given her when she saw me.

When she continued, she said that I looked so much like Paul, and when I
told her that as far as I knew I was an only child, adopted and had lived
with stepparents from the day I was born.

This statement from me made her gasp and another "Oh my God" escaped
her trembling lips.

"Paul was adopted too," she finally managed to say.  "May I ask you,
Dan, what's your date of birth?"

"Of course, Martha," I said, but was also overcome with an impression
that this was going to be more than an ordinary visit.

"I was born on the 26th of January in 1965 and when my stepparents told
me that I was adopted, they also told me where I was born. They knew,
because that's where they went to get me and take me home".

When I told her the name of the city as well as the hospital, she looked
at me with unbelievable eyes, started to cry once more before she finally
turned towards Eric, looked at him and asked him to come over to her.
When he did so, she hugged him and turned him around so that he was
facing me.

"Eric", she said, "my dearest Eric, I do believe that this nice young
man that has in such a strange way come into your, into our lives,
happens to be the twin brother we never managed to find, the brother your
dad's parents knew about, but that we never managed to find. You found
him, Eric. You have just found your unknown uncle"!



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