Date: Sat, 19 Jan 2008 11:54:58 +0100
From: Dag S. <dsnor@hotmail.com>
Subject: Eric-my-boy Part 7 (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.



Sorry for the delay, folks, but it's just been too busy around here. But
now I hope the story will continue as planned.



Previous:

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"!


Eric, my boy -- Part 7


Looking at them, not believing what I was hearing, at first not quite
able to understand the meaning of her words, it suddenly dawned on me
that Eric probably was my nephew, as close a relative as I could have
except for my own child, if I ever would have one.  And that possibility
seemed more unlikely than anything else happening to me.

I looked around, found a chair and sat down with the inevitable phrase
slipping from my mouth: "Oh my God!" Then we looked at each other once
more and all of a sudden we started to cry and laugh and I reached out my
arms and Eric cam running into a wonderful embrace, crying loud now as I
did myself.  Three people, all unknown to each other just a day or so ago
were sharing a very special family reunion.

A few hours later we were totally exhausted after Martha had told us both
what really had happened with Eric's parents at the accident when then
were killed, as well as me telling them about my life, at least the parts
that had some relevance to this fantastic happening in our lives.

I will not and cannot go into every detail, but Eric had told me that he
never knew anything about his father, and I was a bit confused about that
as well as quite a few other things that did not quite fell into place at
first.  To tell it short, his father, Paul, was never or hardly ever
mentioned around the house due to the fact that at the time of the
accident, he and Eric's mother Ann had been out with some friends.  At
the time they left the restaurant to go home, they had come into an
argument about something,.  Paul had been drinking and on their way home
the drove into an oncoming truck, both of them killed instantly.  The
blame was on Paul, and Martha had never forgiven him for the tragedy.
That's more or less the reason for him not being mentioned around the
house.  His name or existence only surfaced when they had tried to find
his unknown twin brother, a task she had never been able to fulfill, due
to difficult bureaucracy and insufficient means to hire a lawyer or
private investigator. All they had managed to find, was that this twin
brother was adopted to a family

As I told my story, it soon became obvious or at least more
understandable why she by her own efforts never was able to find me.

I was picked up from the hospital by my parents or stepparents who lived
in another part of the state.  Then, when I was about 6 months old, my
stepmother died and my father moved back to his parents.  They lived on
the west coast, and I guess all traces of me stopped then.  When I was
about 2 years old, he met and married the woman whom I thought of as my
mother.  We lived as a quite normal family, and when I was 16, I was told
that I was adopted, but never anything about having a twin brother.  I
don't even think they knew.  But they told me where I was born.

When the time came that I was ready to leave for a university to complete
my education, I chose a university in the state as well as the city where
I was born.  Why I don't really know, I guess I kind of wanted to live
in that area for a while, my plans were all the time to return to the
west coast and join my fathers company.  Then lots of things happened,
his company was sold, he made a lot of money and retired at the age of
45.  And then, after a year or so, my mother left him, giving no reason
at all, and it broke him completely.  He lived another year, and when he
died, he left everything to me.  So I am a very rich man, but never have
I felt richer than today, when all of a sudden I have a new, but real
family, I concluded and smiled at them both, hugging Eric that had been
sitting in my lap most of the time.

Martha came over to us, kneeled down and hugged us both.  Tears were
running, but it was clearly tears of joy.

When she a little later asked if we were hungry, and it seemed that we
all were, I invited them out to dinner.  We were all too exhausted to
think of making any kind of meal or food at the time.

I made a reservation for three at one of my favorite restaurants.  Martha
wanted to get herself fixed up and so did I.  Eric asked if he could go
with me right away, and Martha said he could if I did not mind.  I told
her it was no problem at all. I would not mind having my nephew coming
with me. As a matter of fact, I would love to have him at my house
anytime. It's not every day I get a new family member.

Eric and I then left, telling Martha we would be back to pick her up in
about an hour.

As soon as we were inside my house, Eric was in my arms and we were
hugging and kissing each other like never before.  Crying and laughing at
the same time, we went to my bedroom, dropping our clothes along the
way.  Soon we were in bed again, naked, and as we both knew there was not
so much time, we just started to suck each other in I think the most
wonderful way possible.  His cock was as hard as ever, delicious and hot
as it filled my mouth.  His precum was flowing, and it tasted so
wonderful combined with the purring sounds he made as his lips were
stretched to a maximum, being able to take most of my just as hard cock
into his mouth.

The end just had to come, much too fast for our liking, but we had an
oncoming dinner with Martha to think of.  With one finger caressing his
young hole, and soon entering it, I felt him hardening ever more and with
a loud "daddy" his wonderful cream of love started to shoot from his
cock.  That made me unable to keep my lovecream back, and I let him have
it all as I drank every drop of his sweet nectar.

A minute later we were kissing and tasting our own cum from each others
lips and mouths.  "Oh Eric", I said when our kiss finally broke,
"You are not only my nephew, you really are my son now and I want to
make it official, I want to adopt you!"

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