Date: Mon, 5 Jun 2000 20:20:57 EDT
From: Hidden12@aol.com
Subject: Eric Chapter 17 (M/t)

Note:  I won't claim this is a "chapter," more like a collection of pieces.
As always, I'm interested in your comments, good and bad, as they feed the
writing process for me.  You may also realize I'm without my proofreader.  I
appreciate his services in the past.  I hope you enjoy.  It is my intent to
rework the entire collection, adding and subtracting as need be to knit the
individual stories into a more coherent work.  Enjoy.


"The tickle fuck"


I always found it somewhat surprising, but Eric and I usually went to bed at
about the same time.  Often one or the other would be reading for a while
until the other came in, then slowly our attention would turn toward each
other.  On that particular evening, I'd been stretched out reading my
favorite woodworking magazine when Eric came in from watching a movie on
cable at about 10 PM.  Engrossed in my magazine, I stopped only to watch
momentarily as he stripped his boxers from around his thin waist and
disappear into the bathroom.


Some minutes later, I felt the bed tremble as he slid under the thin yellow
sheet covering the bed.  The nights of late spring often got cool, but as yet
the blanket lay folded at the foot of the bed, windows open bringing in the
sounds of crickets and an occasional chirping bird.  Glancing over to Eric's
side of the bed I found him propping his head up on one hand smiling at me.
When he saw I had taken notice, his free hand reached out to gently trace the
line of my leg with his fingertips.


"Tired old man?" Eric asked.  The question has become almost a ritual between
us in the evening.  Although sex wasn't a given every night, it was quite
frequent, even if it was only to relieve Eric's youthful need for release.


Pulling Eric up from suckling on my straining cock, I pushed him over onto
his back.  Looking down, his angelic face, cheeks tinted red, parted lips
full and slick with spit and my precum, smiled back up at me.  Kissing him
quickly, I moved down to envelop his fully hard teen dick.  The tip of my
tongue danced around his corona, my fingers gently tugging at his scrotum
while I twisted my entire mouth around his cock, corkscrewing my way up and
down his shaft.  Using my fingers to milk his shaft, I parted his slit and
tasted the essence of his cream, salty and sweet, a sample of greater things
to come.  Thrusting his legs back into his waiting hands, I parted the young
ass cheeks that had welcomed me many times before.  Eric had welcomed my cock
into his body years before, since then we'd both become addicted to the
others presence in our hearts, minds, and bodies.  Eric's rosy bud, the
doorkeeper to his body, winked at me in response to the feel of my hot breath
while I slowly licked the indentation of my boy's ass.  The number of times
my seed had filled his body, or puddled against his skin was beyond count, I
knew the number would increase yet again this evening.


Finally we were joined, my cock straining to remain still within him while I
looked down on the form of my son, his arms stretched out overhead, smiling
back up at me.  Joined to his body between his parted legs, I flexed my
abdomen, causing my dick to jump against his prostate.


"Aaahh."  Eric sucked in a deep breath, the muscles of his torso contracting
and then relaxing in response to the sexual frenzy building in his body
despite our outward lack of motion.


"How's that feel?" I asked slowly pushing myself deeper into his body, the
warmth of his ass contracting around my penis.


"I like it.  Even just laying here with you in me is great."


I just smiled back down at him, enjoying the sight of my boy's naked body,
hair slightly mused, ribs outlining the transition between his chest and
belly, wonderful smooth legs wrapped loosely around my waist, erect cock hard
against his trimmed pubic bush.  Leaning back, my cock again pressed hard
against his button causing his mouth to oval, a flash of tongue complimenting
a deep moan from my impaled son.  My hands gently brought his feet to meet
behind my back, until they loosely hooked together, his legs like a belt
around by body.


Leaning forward to caress his sensitive flanks, I asked "remember our tickle
fucks?"


Immediately Eric's eyes met mine, his face grinning back at me.  "God, how
could I forget. You used to torture me for hours!"


Although I knew Eric had outgrown the enjoyment of being tickled, I gave him
one quick jab I knew would bring a twist and squeal of excitement from him.
My cock swelled and twitched in memory of the ecstasy we had shared while as
a younger boy, Eric's body writhed uncontrollably beneath my fingertips.  One
night about two years ago, I had introduced Eric to the joys of simple
bondage.  In this case, a pair of wide, back leather ankle cuffs lined with
thick sheepskin.  After the cuffs were buckled around his young ankles, I
took my time to open him up.  I had clipped the cuffs to the headboard,
effectively folding him in half, ass up in the air with his legs spread open
for me to enjoy and assault his tight butt with my lips, tongue and fingers.
Releasing him, I finally mounted the boy in a missionary position, sinking my
bare cock deep into his body and locking the ankle cuffs together around my
back, effectively locking his young hairless body around mine, my cock deep
in his tight ass.  With an evil grin, I had begun to tickle him.  Eric
reacted as any youngster would, with peals of laughter and uncontrolled
squirming, only now he had the added stimulation of being fucked and the
inability to move his legs freely.  Within minutes, his wild thrashing had
brought me to a powerful climax deep inside his body.  Even as I shot my cum,
I continued the assault on his hard young body.  We were both somewhat amazed
when Eric's breath turned into wheezing gasps and his hard dick shot cum
across his chest and onto his face. Ankles still locked around me, I
collapsed forward onto my boy, caressing his forehead and gently kissing his
lips while, with eyes closed, Eric panted and came down from his sexual high.
 I slowly licked his seed from his flush face, periodically slipping my
loaded tongue into his mouth to share his cum with him, until finally we were
forced to part when a droplet of his semen slid into his eye causing it to
burn.  The mixture of young and old, bondage and joy proved to be a powerful
aphrodisiac enjoyed again many times.


Returning from the past, I could see that Eric had been reliving similar
memories.  I often wondered how our perceptions of the same event compared.
With some minor regret, I knew Eric no longer enjoyed being tickled like a
young child, despite still being extremely sensitive on his flanks and feet.


"Fuck me Dad, fuck me hard tonight. Make me feel like it did when used to do
that."


"God, Eric, I'm gonna fuck your young ass hard boy.  You want my cock?
You're gonna get it all.  Gonna make you squeal until you beg for it to
stop."  Fuck him hard I did too, slamming my whole body into his through my
dick.  Eric's frame shuddered with each impact, his face screwed up tight in
a mix of near pain and lust.  His chants of "fuck me hard, harder!" were
driving me on.  Interlocking his fingers in mine, I leaned over to suck his
lip into my mouth, taking his flesh as my man cock drove into his adolescent
form.


Finally, feeling his ass contract when he shot his load all over himself was
too much for me.  My cum squirting deep inside his body as I frantically
tried to push my dick into new depths of his body, each thrust pushing him
harder into the headboard.  His teen body would have to take all that I gave
him.  He'd taken all that I had in the past and always wanted more.


Spent, we both collapsed into each other's arms, sweat slick bodies tight
together.  When our breathing returned to some semblance of normality, I
untangled myself from Eric's body and rolled out of bed to get a wash cloth.
Cleaning myself up in the bathroom, I washed the cloth out in hot water,
wrung it and brought it out for Eric to use.


Blotting his chest, I asked "You ok?"


Eyes still closed, Eric stretched out his arms, legs going rigid for a moment
and then relaxing, deep exhaled air whistling between pursed lips.  "What a
fuck.  I'm going to be sore tomorrow, that's for sure," Eric said as his eyes
opened to look into mine with a grin.  Feeling me take a final swipe with the
damp cloth across his belly, Eric drew his legs back for what he knew would
follow.


"It was pretty hot." I told him, pushing back on the inside of one knee, I
wiped up the oozing cum and mucous from Eric's still trembling ass hole.
Reddish pink, he was open enough I could stick my little finger into his body
and not touch his ring.  Tomorrow it would indeed still be tender and a bit
swollen.


After returning the washcloth to the bathroom, I turned out the table lamp,
and snuggled into my boy's back.  Quickly half asleep, I was somewhat
surprised to hear him say, "I like it when you fuck me hard sometimes.  It
hurts, but it is what I need."  Eric twisted to look back at me in the gray
moonlight pouring in through the open curtains. "Can you understand what I'm
trying to say?"


"Hmmm, I think so.  I don't want to hurt you though."  I knew Eric had a
submissive side that needed to be fed and nurtured, hard sex was no stranger
to us.  Still, he was so aggressive in other parts o his life, that his need
to be dominated, taken almost, sexually often surprised me.


"You won't.  Don't worry, you won't."


Sleep won out and all conversation stopped.