Date: Tue, 15 Feb 2000 18:54:41 EST
From: Hidden12@aol.com
Subject: Eric Ch (13) M/t cons

Greetings.  I apologize for my long absence.   What follows is actually two
separate chapters.  Only the first has any sex, so I put the second ..
second.  In doing so, I messed up the chronology by a few months.  Usual
disclaimers etc...  I'm always open to suggestions, comments, and always get
a charge out of what readers think Eric should look like!

Christmas Day

     I woke up the second time that Christmas morning about two hours after
I'd gotten back into bed from the first excursion, placing Eric's presents
under a darkened Christmas tree that stood proudly in our great room, framed
between the sets of French doors opening onto the back yard.  Glancing at the
clock, I figured Eric, despite the ingrained excitement of this special
morning, would sleep for about another hour.  We'd stayed up late, first
attending an evening church service, the hallowed sounds of voices lifted in
praise filtering through my mind, and then, after chasing him upstairs,
intense and passionate sex culminating with me finally mounting Eric, my
hands spreading his thighs wide, my cock shooting semen into Eric's
sex-wracked body.  I sometimes wondered what God must think of the relation I
shared with Eric.  Eric, my boy, my foster son, my lover, all in the handsome
compact package of a young man barely 16.  Eric, I mused, a boy like no other
in the world.

     Lifting Eric's arm from across my chest, I scurried across the room to
grab my robe from the old varnished oak clothes tree in the corner.
Shrugging into its velour depths to escape the morning chill, I looked back
at Eric, sleeping calmly amidst the tumble of red flannel sheets and tan down
comforter, the color of his face framed by the soft fabric of the pillow.
Peering behind the blind into the side yard, I could see a thin dusting of
snow falling to join the quiet blanket covering the yard, maple and oak trees
forlornly holding their naked branches skyward towards the steel gray sky.
The image of me holding Eric's naked legs skyward, spread like those
branches, last night made me smile and my cock stir.  I certainly counted
Eric as my greatest blessing of life.

     Turning up the heat on my way to the kitchen to brew a pot of coffee, I
next returned to the great room, breathing in the fine clear scent of pine
from the now glowing tree while building the foundation of a fire in the
fireplace-first, carefully laid twigs over a crumple of birch bark, followed
by finger thick splittings, and then lengths of increasingly larger oak laid
across the andirons.  From the laundry room I got a large red beach towel and
placed it behind the sofa in preparation for what inevitably would follow;
we'd both learned how bad rug burns can be from experience!

     Coffee in hand, I returned to the bedroom to climb back into bed yet
again, still wearing the robe to keep my shoulders warm while I sat there
waiting for the day and watching Eric deep in sleep.  Slowly brushing the
short, sleep-tossed bangs of his hair from his forehead, my fingers delighted
in the simple sensual touch.  Finally climbing towards wakefulness, Eric's
eyes fluttered slowly open, followed by a hard blink and a smile.  Grinning
now, Eric stretched his arms full over his head, knuckles banging into the
slats of the headboard, adolescent legs raising the covers like two long
parallel tents.

     "Merry Christmas, Eric," I said smiling down at him, again brushing
errant hair from his face.

     "Ummm."  Eric stretched again, this time careful not to bang his hands.
"Merry Christmas to you too."

     Pecking him quickly on the lips, I asked, "Ready to get up, or shall we
just wait until tomorrow?"

     "Nah, I think I can find it in me to get up." A smile.  "'Sides, I gotta
use the bathroom!"  Covers nearly exploded off the bed as Eric, arms wrapped
around his chest for warmth, darted towards the bathroom.  "I'll be down in a
few," came the muffled call from behind the door.

     Downstairs, I threw open the curtains to let the snow-hazed light stream
into the room.  After starting the fire, I went to go check Email on the
computer for any last minute holiday messages before returning to the great
room to find Eric carrying to steaming mugs in from the kitchen.

     "I refilled your coffee.  It's got a shot of whiskey in it too, special
occasion I figure!"

     "And for you?" I asked, a slight tease to my voice.

     "Hot chocolate if you must know." Eric stuck his nose up in the air and
replied like Thurston Howell from Gilligan's Island.  In a more normal voice,
Eric said, "I don't see how you drink that stuff anyway.  Smells like
charcoal to me."

     After a brief embrace we both settled down on the couch to stare for a
silent moment at the gleaming tree, wrapped in a scattering of colored
lights, each of the few hanging ornaments a memorial from our pasts, some
unique to one or the other, some from shared times.  Finally I stood and
handed Eric a strangely wrapped box.  Eric laughed when he opened it, finding
a quart bottle of "Sensual Delights Massage Oil" in "Cinnamon Fire" flavor.

     "Ha!  Who is this for again?  You or me?" he asked rechecking the tag.

     I marveled to see the twinkle in his eye, the whiteness of his teeth
peering from behind thin red lips, cheeks flashing crimson in the moment of
sexual innuendo.

     "Umm, well, both of us I suppose," I replied with a sly grin, catching
the bottle as he tossed it to me. Eric slipped the shoulder of his bathrobe
back over the skin exposed from the throw, a brief flash of brown nipple
quickly covered by the burgundy velour.  "See what else Santa put under the
tree."

     "Santa?  Ummhmm.

     I stretched out, eyes closed, with my back against the coffee table,
extending my toes towards the warmth of the fire.  A feeling of serenity
flooded through me.  To relax in my home, bombarded by the warmth of the
crackling fire, nose filled with the scent of pine from the tree, Eric,
happy, within an arms reach, all added to the joy of the season.  My
attention brought back to reality by Eric's voice and the feeling of
something being thrust into my hands.

     "This is for you."

     Opening my eyes, I was surprised to see I was holding onto what looked
like a large framed picture.  I knew for a fact nothing of the sort had been
under the tree earlier this morning when I left Eric sleeping in our bed to
place presents under the tree for him.

     "Where did this come from?" I asked somewhat surprised, watching him
settle down next to me.  His body pressed into mine, his entire side making
contact from his shoulder to his knee, outside leg cocked up, bare knee and
fine calf escaping from the hem of the bathrobe.  Usually we just went around
naked, but this morning seemed to call for something more reserved, although
if past history was any indication, we would be coupling wildly within the
morning.

     "Open it up and find out."

     Half tearing the paper from the gift, I froze for a moment and then
slowly removed the rest of the red and gold wrapping paper from what was in
fact a framed picture.  From between my hands, in black and white, gazed
Eric, struck in a pose of simple sensuality, captured, naked, in all his
young teenage splendor.

     "Eric, it's beautiful."  I was amazed.  As he smiled and reached to hold
onto the edge of the frame, I turned to look him in the eye.  "Thank you so
much; this is truly special.  Where on earth did you find someone to do
this?"

     "You can find almost anything through the Internet.  I wanted you to
always have me around."

     Momentarily silent, I looked from his eyes back to the picture before
me.  There, Eric, on a simple cloth backdrop, stood, slightly twisted at the
waist.  Buttock complimenting the bareness of his sex, calf and foot strong
in the image; chest, arms and shoulders framing the center; a slight smile
and flash of eye caught in the muted image of black and white.  A boy
captured in all his possible grace and wonder, forever.

     Standing, I took down the watercolor of windswept racing sailboats over
the mantel and replaced it with Eric's beauty.

     "God, you're handsome," I said hugging Eric, bending my head down to his
height for a long sensual kiss.

     "Uh thanks, but I was thinking more along the lines of it being in the
bedroom or library than here."

     "Ha!  You're so gorgeous I want the whole world to see!" I laughed.

     "If you're not careful I'll drag it out the next time Pastor Walters
shows up at the door."

     "The bedroom sounds like a great place for it.  Think Leona will say
anything?"

     Eric laughed, "No, I think she'll be cool.  You know she busted me and
Mike three weeks ago?"

     "Busted you? Doing what?"  By now Eric and I were arm in arm staring up
at the picture, our fronts roasting from the intensity of the fire.

     "What do you think?  She hardly looked surprised when she opened the
door to my room.  I heard an 'Excuse me,' and the door shut again.  When we
came down, she was the same as always and insisted we eat cookies she'd just
baked."

     The rest of the morning was spent in the same way as a million
households across the western world; opening presents from various people and
inspecting the results.  Perhaps surprisingly, given our wealth, the tree
wasn't packed with items for Eric.  A few small items from me, a few from him
to me, and a few from my parents who had finally taken to the boy's presence
in my life.  Some items were certainly unlike gifts in other homes, those
we'd chosen together from an online S&M, B&D store: padded wrist cuffs, and a
cockring consisting of two metal loops held together by a small strip of
leather, one larger loop for the base of my testicles, the other for around
my cock.

     "Want to try out your present?" I asked dangling the cuffs in front of
him.  Slipping his bathrobe off his shoulders to crumple on the floor, Eric
presented his hands, wrists together, eyes sparkling, a slight smile on his
face as we began to explore another unknown.  After buckling the straps
around his wrists and lower forearms, I pulled a length of black lycra fabric
from my robe pocket to use as a blind.

     Eric now stood before me, blindfolded and with bound wrists, naked save
the unusual presence of a small royal blue G-string. Gently leading the
unknowing, but trusting, boy, I guided him to the arch of the greatroom
entryway where a plant had been recently hung from a beefy hook, all part of
the plan.  Lifting the chain over the hook, I left Eric suspended with the
tips of his toes barely supporting his weight.  Tracing the thin cord of his
meager underwear with a delicate touch, my fingers followed the lush young
contours of his buttocks and groin before stopping to dance across the cloth
covered hardness shifting in need while Eric hung, arms high over head, eyes
unseeing behind the opaque blind, his eager young body beginning to tremble
with excitement and need.

     With the tip of my nose, I traced a path across his chest, tongue
snaking out to dab at his skin, my breath hot against his flesh.  From tender
underarm, across his back to buttock, over his hip, across his tight abdomen,
to finally suck an erect nipple between my teeth I journeyed, all the while
hands lightly skimming his trembling youthful body.  Pausing, I watched Eric
twist slightly.  Stepping forward again, my hands slowly pulled the blue
G-string down until it fell to drape across his feet and ankles.  My hands
glided across the smooth expanse of firm buttock down across the inside of
his thighs before tracing the underside of his erect boycock.

     On my knees in front of Eric, I parted his legs with my arms to wrap my
forearms around his hips and pull him deep inside my mouth.  Looking up
across his abdomen and hairless chest, Eric's face tilted back, eyes closed
enjoying the sensations of my mouth on his cock.  While exploring his slit
with my tongue, I pulled down on his balls; Eric groaned and his cock pulsed
harder momentarily for my efforts.  Taking him deep, his crown passed between
the roof of my mouth and my tongue, then into my throat.  I tried to swallow
him whole before sliding off to tease his head with my lips and tongue tip.
A few minutes of the roughness of my tongue on the underside of his young
cock was usually enough to excite him to the point of ejaculation; today was
no exception, aided by the sudden penetration of his ass by a finger seeking
to press against his prostate from the inside while I pulled again on his
ball sack.

     Eric's legs kicked out as he came, the tips of his toes no longer enough
to support his shivering body suspended taut before my worshipping eyes.
Jets of his cum flooded my mouth in pulsing succession.  I could taste the
tomato and green vegetables of last night's holiday feast flavoring his seed
that filled my mouth and coated my tongue still lashing at his trembling boy
cock.   Sucking the last of his crème from the tip of his red capped ivory
dick, I kept his load safely in my mouth, rising to kiss him.  When Eric's
tongue parted my lips, I sent his cum flooding into his mouth, at the same
time rubbing his throat causing him to reflexively swallow his seed.

     Breaking our kiss, I watched my boy hanging naked and blind folded,
wilting penis slick and gleaming, nipples red and erect, face flush from
passion, lips wet.  The subtle signs of his transformation from boy into
young man were growing stronger.  While still not shaving, his face at least,
the rest of his body was clearly starting to assume adult proportions, no
longer the leggy boy I'd come to both love and fuck only a few short years
ago.

     "Oh god, what a Christmas present!" he finally said between deeply drawn
breaths.

     Even without the blindfold, his eyes were closed.  I just smiled and
kissed him again, then freed him from his bonds and wrapped him again the
folds of his robe.

      Following a quick breakfast of omelets and fresh grapefruit, we both
settled back into the couch, some of Eric's new music on the stereo.  After
I'd read the instruction booklet for a new gizmo Eric had gotten, I turned
and began to rub his shoulders.

     "Hmmm.  I'll give you all day to stop that," Eric purred putting down
his new book.

     "Try out the new oil?" I asked nipping at an ear.  Eric opened an eye to
peer at me, a grin on his face.

     "I'd love too."

     There we were, both naked, Eric spread-eagle face down on the towel in
front of the fireplace, me sitting to the side.  Years of family practice
guided my hands across his body, from neck and shoulders, down each arm to
his fingers tips, across the meaty muscle of his thighs to his toes, and
across his back to his bubbled ass.  Eric's whole body shone, flickering
light from the fire's flames muted by the snow gray light pouring in through
the windows.  A periodic moan of pleasure rumbled from his chest, telling me
he was still awake and enjoying the attention.

     Finally parting his firm oil slick cheeks, I peered in to see his
hairless hole winking back at me while I slowly blew a cool breeze across his
nether flesh, raising gooseflesh and causing him to squirm.  Traces of dried
lube and my cum still graced his cleft from our activities of the night
before.

     Parting his knees and straddling him, I watched intently as I brought
the engorged head of my cock to that special place Eric shares with me.
Slick with oil and my leaking precum, I guided my cock with one hand while
the other pressed down on Eric's lower back pinning him to the floor.  The
reddish folds of his ass stretched out to meet me as Eric pushed out with his
abdominal muscles in anticipation of being penetrated.  I loved to watch my
dick make contact, then with increasing pressure, slowly slide into the hot
tightness of my boy's opening hole.  Holding the tip of my prick just inside
his ass, I reached out to squirt some more of the Cinnamon Hot oil into my
hand.  Then, thrusting deep into the Eric's body, I clasped his testicles in
my hand, rubbing the fiery oil into the taut hairless skin of his scrotum.
Instantly Eric sucked in a deep breath, his ass clamped down hard on my
deep-seated cock.

     "Oh God! My balls are on fire, yet so cold!" Eric said, his body spasmed
and shook beneath me, impaled on my prick.

     Looking down onto him, I saw the crease to his brow, full eyebrows
pinched together showing his struggle to deal with the intensity of the
sensations wracking his body: the fire and ice exploding across his testes,
and the insistent penetration of his body by my bare cock.  Yet that confused
mixture of pleasure and pain did not stop him from pressing his narrow bottom
back into me, the concave arch of his back showing off the delicate
musculature rippling to move his body in the throes of passion.  Eyes closed,
his knuckles tight while his fingers pushed deep into the wool carpet, that
pressure registering on me deep inside my boy.

     When I began to fuck into him, Eric twisted up on his arms, face flush,
eyelids fluttering over green eyes with each thrust of my cock up his ass,
mouth alternating between a smile and an open need to breathe in deep pants
in time to my thrusts.  I felt his arm wrap around mine, I could see him
twist and flick at an erect nipple before I bent my head to be able to caress
his ear with my tongue.  Finally nipping at his ear, our bodies rocking,
locked together in a harmony of lust on the floor, I kissed the side of his
face, nose and eye, leaving a glistening trail of dampness.  While the
fineness of Eric's hair brushed against my temple, I could smell the subtle
emergence of a sex driven sweat beginning to form.  All around me, my sense
surged, the hiss and crackling of pine sap driven from the fire logs competed
with the subtle scents of boy, pine, and cinnamon.  My skin felt alive,
electrified by the contact with the smooth writhing form beneath me I loved
so intensely.  I could feel an almost rhythmic clasping contraction of Eric's
rectum around my cock while his body heat pored into me.

     Typically, neither Eric nor I said a whole lot during sex; today only
Eric's short groans of need came to my ears each time I drove into him from
behind.  So engrossed in his body, I hadn't noticed him snake a hand down to
fondle his cock until I felt him shiver, the contractions of his cumming
closed in on my dick.  Lunging deep, I collapsed across his back to envelop
his body while shuddering my seed into him spurt by spurt.

      We rested together, side by side on the large towel, enjoying both the
afterglow from our union, and the warming radiance of the dying fire.  Not
wanting to smell up the house too badly with the scent man sex, I got up to
wet a hand towel.  Eric smiled up at me when I returned, now on his back,
legs spread and bent at the knees.  Warm towel in hand, I wiped across his
belly, removing the traces of his cum from where he'd shot his second load of
the morning.  With both hands, I cleaned off his balls and soft cock.  Eric
rolled over on his side facing away from me, lifting one leg allowing me
access to wipe away the slime of our fucking.  The massage oil had been
absorbed by his skin, leaving it soft and supple with a not unpleasant scent
of cinnamon.  Folding the towel in half, I wiped myself clean before throwing
it on the stone fireplace hearth.

     Looking at Eric sitting up on the towel, I said, "We might need that
again."

     "Oh yeah?" Eric replied reaching out for my quiescent dick.

     Much of the rest of the morning was spent enfolded in each other's arms.
 The close body contact and genital grinding bringing us both up hard and
needy again.  First I lay back while Eric suckled his way across my chest
before, impatient, I pulled him back up to kiss me.  Mouthing, kissing,
licking my way across his body, I ended up with his jutting cock in my hands,
my lips wrapped around his balls.  Stopping when I felt him near ejaculation,
I pushed his legs up to his chest and parted those cheeks to reveal Eric's
loosely puckered anus.  Rimming this teenage boy had long been a favorite
passion of mine.  Tongue plunging in and out of him alternating with a wider
licking and sucking of his hole had Eric hot; trying to push his body onto my
teasing tongue and fingers.  Finally I heard what I'd been waiting for.

     "Oh god, hurry up and fuck me will you?  I want your cock in my ass."

     Such words from my 16 year old son.  Happy to satisfy both our lusts, we
ended up with him fucking himself on my cock while I lay back trying to
support some of his bouncing weight with my hands on his flexing buttocks.
Eric's eyes were closed, head slightly back while his arm flailed at his
prick and his whole body struggled to impale itself on my rod.  Sinking deep,
Eric came to a halt, hand squeezing a bright red cock as it spit out another
watery load across my chest.  Witnessing his ecstasy and feeling his tight
ass convulse around my cock brought me to another rocketing climax, adding
more of my cum to mix inside the bowels of my boy with that I'd fucked into
him earlier.

     A few minutes later, only the fading dark spot of dampness on the hearth
left any clue to the passion that had passed while Eric and I headed for the
shower and the rest of the day.  In the greatroom of our home, glowing coals
crumbled slowly into white ash, pine and cinnamon scents intermingled, while
outside, wind driven whirls of snow continued on across the landscape.