Date: Wed, 6 Dec 2000 20:33:40 EST
From: Hidden12@aol.com
Subject: Eric Chapter 19 (Eric Chapter 19, M/t, Oral, Anal, +)

Earlier "Eric" stories can be found in either the ASSGM or Nifty archive.
Thanks to all the readers who, over the course of several years, have given
critical feedback.  I suspect this will be the final installment for some
time.  There is something of an ending, but it exists several years in the
future and is based on plot structures that have yet to be written about.
Perhaps one day I will edit the entire collection and complete its
transition to an integrated story.  As a character, "Eric" has allowed me
to explore my own feelings and interests.  I won't bother with legalese of
a disclaimer.  I believe our society must be built on the idea of a
reasonable man, not catering to the simpering idiot that is surprised to
find explicit pornography on sites such as those provided with a copy of my
work.  I am sane enough, however, to not use the names of real people, no
matter how much I might like to make public their achievements or lunacy.



USMA

"I'd like for you to come with me to West Point for a weekend," I asked
Eric in the middle of dinner one night.  Fork half way to his mouth, Eric
stopped and stared at me for a moment, eyes fixed in the light of a
guttering candle.  As usual, we ate at the small, old, oak table installed
in the far end of the kitchen next to the tall windows looking out on the
backyard.  Tonight a cool dry breeze gently filtered through the open
casement windows bringing in the earthy smells of fall.

"Umm.  That's like a military academy isn't it?"

"Yes.  'The' military academy in fact," I said, teasing him a bit.

"What's up there?"

"An old friend of mine heads up one of the academic departments, he's asked
us up."

"Is he gay?  Does he know the deal?" Eric asked after another bite.  By now
we'd both pretty much demolished the simple dinner of grilled pork loin
with sautéed mushrooms and onions, salad, and rolls.

"No to both questions.  Things in the Army aren't that liberal!  He knows
we're a team." After a pause I added, "He was a friend of your father's as
well.  He'd like to meet you."

"Oh.  Sounds like a command performance to me."

 I could tell Eric wasn't thrilled, both by his tone of voice and body
language.  His last sentence said while aggressively mashing a chunk of
roll into the remaining meat juices on his plate.

"Not if you don't want to, although I'd like you to go.  Two weeks from
this Friday.  There is no swim meet.  I have to admit I checked."  I really
did want Eric to go, to meet someone once close to his father, to know part
of the history of a great place, and for my own entirely personal reasons.
"Besides, he's got this killer old house that over looks the Hudson River
for just him and his wife. His youngest son is a cadet you know."

Eric laughed, "Fine, I'll go.  I'll go."

"Thanks."

"I think you owe me though, you had it all set up." He said looking
sideways at me while he reached for another slab of pork roast.

"Owe you huh?  I think I'll just drag your young ass upstairs, tie your
ankles to the headboard and fuck you silly.  Ha!" I said waving my fork at
him.

"OK. Deal."  Eric smiled and went back to work on the remains of his
dinner.

Later that evening, I did in fact tie him up and fuck him.  After stuffing
two pillows under his upturned ass, I gazed down on my boy.  I could hardly
believe he was so limber, his ass thrust up in the air, all his weight on
his shoulders despite the pillows.  Because I tied his ankles just inside
of his wrists on the old spindle headboard, his ass cheeks were pulled wide
giving me open access to his still tight rosebud.  On his wrists and
ankles, the thick, black, inch wide leather straps contrasted with Eric's
fine tanned skin, still covered only in the faintest of down.

Dancing my tongue across the tight skin of his cheeks, I worked my way
closer to his hole.  Teasingly, I licked in circles around his buttocks,
nearing, but never touching his intimate areas.  His legs struggled to
position his ass under my tongue, but to no avail.  Finally sucking his
still smooth testicles into my mouth I felt his body shiver with need, I'd
build up that need even higher before finally giving him what we both
wanted, my hard prick in his ass.  Leaving his nuts, my tongue slowly laved
downward to the soft moistness of his anus.  I could smell the hearty musk
mixed with the lighter scent of soap; we'd both showered shortly before.
Finally his wrinkled pucker yielded to my slick tongue tip until I could
stab into the warm depths of his ass.  After several years of taking my
cock in his body, Eric opened up fairly quickly.

Leaving him trussed up and hot for more, I left the bed to rummage through
the dresser drawer that held our collection of sex toys.  I added the one
that had come today in the mail to a more usual assortment.  After
spreading a bath towel on the bed beneath his hairless ass spread wide open
for all to enjoy, I coated my fingers with lube and began to play with him.
All around his young hole my fingers rubbed, only tapping at his entrance.
Using a small basting syringe, I loaded up about an ounce of lube then
pressed the thin tip into Eric's puckered ass.  The basting syringe flared
out sharply from its diminutive tip.  I could hear Eric suck in his breath
when I pushed the plastic shaft into his tight hole.  Squeezing the bulb, I
pushed the lube into my boy's ass, ensuring he'd be ready to take all I had
laid out for him.

Fingers, an assortment of plugs, a dildo, and a string of red anal beads
all felt the heat of Eric's ass in the next 20 minutes.  Each succeeding
device brought moans of excitement and made Eric's smooth legs tremble each
time he was penetrated. Over and over I watched his taught body shiver in
ecstasy under the assault on his juvenile prostate.  Toes would curl, the
muscles on his torso rippling from groin to his pectorals, his voice near
cracking with crazed sexual need.  Finally, we were down to the new toy,
one Eric didn't even know existed, a soft black dildo moderate in size,
although certainly able to present a challenge to even this special 16 year
old.  The real secret was in the black tube and squeeze pump emerging from
the base.

Wiping my hands on the towel, I moved up so I could lick the soft pink
soles of Eric's feet.  Still slightly ticklish, Eric squirmed desperately
trying to move his bound feet from my mouth.  Laughing at him, I milked my
cock of its leaking precum, catching it on my fingers and gently feed it to
my boy.  Eric's head lifted from the bed to meet my fingers when he saw
what I was doing, his tongue extended, darting about my fingers savoring
the taste of my seed.

"You're not nearly done yet," I said softly, kissing him, our joined lips
framed between his bound legs, before returning to kneel at Eric's well
stretched ass.  Pink hole gaping and winking at me, he was a sight to
behold.  Smooth, lean, half man, half boy, Eric lay there spread open and
wanting more, his hard cock a testament to his excitement.  The glistening
black dildo slid smoothly into Eric's ass; I almost think he was
disappointed by the lack of challenge it represented, the dildo pausing
only momentarily while Eric's ring expanded to pass the flared head within.
Pistoning it in and out of his body, sucking sounds filled the bedroom.
Deliberately I angled each penetration to stroke his young prostate, until
I could see a diamond drop begin to form at the end of Eric's prick.
Closing the valve with a twist of the hand screw, I squeezed the bulb
several times in quick succession.  Immediately, inside the clutching
confines of Eric's ass, the black dildo swelled in girth.

"Oh god! Yes!" I heard Eric say.  I could see that the swollen member
inside him was drawing the crinkled folds of his ass tight.  More slowly
now, I worked the black ram almost all the way out and then slid it back
into Eric's hot ass until it would go no further.  Eric's leg shook beneath
my hand, muscles trembling in a mixture of need and fear.  Four more times
I squeezed the pump, watching intently as the base jutting from the taut
indentation of my boy's ass grew even larger.  I knew it would have swelled
even more inside, pushing everything in it's path outward.

"Oh god, Fuck! Unnghhh!"  Eric's leg quivered an increasing beat under my
hand.  Ever so slowly I pulled on the dildo attempting to pull is fattened
girth from Eric's rectum.  Two slick, gleaming, fat inches emerged before
Eric cried out.

 "No.  Oh god, no don't pull it out, It'll rip me up!"  He wailed, his
fingers clenched against his bonds and toes flexing wildly.  Instead of
pulling any further, I pushed the fat invader back in, eliciting a series
of wide-eyed gasps.  Twisting at an adolescent nipple I reached in to
stroke my boy's quiescent cock.  After sucking his hairless balls into my
mouth, my hand coaxed an erection despite Eric's entire concentration on
the sensations in his ass.  He had one sensation left to go.

My hand was frantically jacking his hard cock when vibrations leapt from
the dildo, hammering his straining sex gland with even more stimulation.
Overwhelmed, Eric cried out again in anguish and began to cum violently.
Each spasm of his cum shooting cock squeezed his ass down on the massive
invader, shooting pain throughout his body already wracked in the ecstasy
of ejaculation.  Eric's face thrashed from side to side as thick ropes of
cum rained down from above, covering his reddened cheeks and wet lips with
the seeds of his life.  The cum that landed on his chest slowly ran
downhill to drip off the tops of his shoulders or puddle at the base of his
neck.  Watching his cock squeeze out its final drops, I twisted the fat
dildo once again in my son's ass, causing every muscle in his body to tense
and shiver.  Finally exhausted, Eric slumped back into the bed, eyes
closed, chest heaving.

Leaving the dildo inside him for the moment, I leaned forward to release
his wrists and ankles.  Slowly, using his hands to support his thighs, Eric
brought his feet down until he lay there with legs bent at the knees on
either side of me, ass still raised by the pillows underneath.

"Ready to take this monster out?" I asked, knowing that too would be an
experience after his cumming so hard.  Eric only nodded, clenching and
releasing his fingers repeatedly.

"Uuhhnn!"  Eric sucked air into his lungs when I released the valve
allowing the bloated invader in his ass to collapse from it's distended,
horse cock proportions to near normal cock size.  Knowing he'd be sore and
sensitive, I slowly pulled it inch by inch from his boyish ass, stopping
only when Eric's hands beat against the bed.  The last inch was driven out
by the remaining resiliency of Eric's ass, a small stream of lube and
mucous draining from the distended flesh of his ass.  Looking up at him
from between his legs, my hands glided across my boy's cum sticky chest,
gently rolling first one, then the other, nipple between thumb and
forefinger.

"You all right?" I asked cradling Eric's flushed face in my hands.  Green
eyes blinked back up at me, watery with near tears.  Deep sighs breaths
followed until the last one whistled out slowly.

"That was incredible.  I haven't cum that hard in a long time.  Sheesh, I
came once and I'm exhausted!"

"Now you know how I feel when I cum in you," I said pulling him into me
while I stretched out beside him.

"Maybe my cock does, but wow, my ass still doesn't know what hit it!  I
thought my ass was going to explode.  I haven't felt anything that huge in
my ass since..." Eric paused in thought. "...since Canada."

"You like it? I asked, enjoying the feeling of Eric's sex cupped in my
hand, while my fingers sought to tease their way between his legs to his
rubbery ass.

"I didn't know what was going on, so close to pain, so close shooting my
load all over the place.  God, that was hot."  Eric drew one foot up,
allowing me free access to the place I'd just stretched to new limits.  I
could feel he was still dilated, oozing lubricant from swollen ass lips.
Pulling my fingers free, I didn't see any blood, my greatest fear
particularly given the immense size of the inflated dildo.  This time, my
fingers merely lay over his bruised hole instead of penetrating.

"Ummm, you are a hot young man," I purred into his ear as we both moved
into the bliss of semi-sleep. "Good enough reward for visiting West Point?"
I asked, but only slow rhythmic breathing answered me back.  I left Eric
asleep, naked, thighs glistening with lube, face and chest still sticky
with his cum, long enough to pickup the toys and toss them in the shower
for tomorrow, clean myself up for a moment and grab a warm wash cloth.
After blotting at his angelic, peaceful face, I lifted Eric's sleeping
legs, gently removing the remaining traces of his ordeal.  Throwing the
washcloth across the bedroom onto the tile bathroom floor, I turned to kill
the light from the nightstand and pull a blanket over the both of us.
Settling down into the firm strength of Eric's back, when my still hard
cock nestled between the warmth of his butt cheeks, I remembered that I
hadn't cum myself.  As sleep overcame me, I could remember thinking that
I'd save fucking him for the morning.



Although the next day was Saturday, I found myself having to go into the
office for a few hours in the morning.  Finally, I returned home around
noon, hungry and wanting to get work out of my mind.  Quickly Eric and I
both ended up in the kitchen rummaging around the fridge to see what we
could have for lunch.  After watching Eric putter around the kitchen
dressed in a loose gray T-shirt and nylon running shorts for a few moments,
thoughts of hunger left and my libido got the better of me.  Walking up
behind Eric as he made himself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, my hand
went to cup his firm ass while I leaned over to murmur in his ear.

"Umm, You're so hot, I could fuck you right now," I said to him, enjoying
the feel of his head against my face, his body against mine.

Eric turned, a huge smile spreading across his silent face.  Half a second
later he was kicking off his running shoes and bent to skin off his shorts
until his rapidly hardening young cock sprang free while the shorts dropped
to the floor by his feet now covered only by white booty type socks.  Still
silent, Eric glanced about until his eyes settled on the breakfast table in
front of the windows.  Perching his naked ass on the edge of the table, he
slowly laid back while deliberately watching me as I stood somewhat
dumbfounded.  Finally, I blinked to see my 16 year old boy on his back,
naked save his T shirt and tiny socks, with his hands intertwined behind
his knees.

"Want to know a secret?" Eric asked, looking at me from between his
upraised knees.

"Sure," I replied while undoing the buckle to my belt and opening the front
of my khaki pants.  Eric just smiled back at me until I was standing
between his legs, one hand pawing his sex while the other frantically tried
to extract my testicles from the confines of my boxer shorts.

"You won't be the first to fuck me today," Eric announced while at the same
time his legs extended to wrap themselves around my torso.

Almost involuntarily, I glanced down to see that in fact Eric's hole was a
bit red and puffy, a sure sign that he'd been busy this morning while I was
away.

"How's Mike today?" I asked with a grin, one finger working it's way around
Eric's ass.

"Oh, fine," Eric replied with a feigned indifference before breaking into a
vicious grin.  "Actually he was hot as hell."

"Oh yeah?  By now both my hands were pushing on the back of Eric's knees,
splitting his already once fucked boy ass wide open.  Kneeling, I leaned
forward to nip at his ass cheeks, then my tongue found the softness of his
hole.  Eric began to moan and squirm a bit, reveling in the excitement
coming from his ass.  One of his hands began to paw, almost maul, his cock
while trying to drive his hips further onto the tip of my tongue.  Licking
two fingers, I coated them with my saliva.  Slowly and deliberately I
pushed them into Eric's warm body, first feeling the resistance of his
sphincter, then the taught ring sliding over my digits, my finger clasped
in wet warmth of my boy's ass.  Twisting my hand over, I cocked my fingers
upward, causing Eric to gasp and flex his whole body when I brushed against
his swollen gland.

"Oh fuck! That's great. Fuck me.  Fuck me hard!"

I smiled to see my boy driven wild, enjoying the attention.  "Tell me about
you and Mike this morning," I asked, again caressing his prostate while
pumping my fingers in and out of his loosening hole.

"Fuck me and I will!"

Pulling my cock free from my boxers, I draped my pants over a chair and
went back into the kitchen proper.  A little bit of olive oil in the palm
of my hand served as lubricant for my cock.  Returning to Eric's near naked
body, I placed his sock-clad feet on my chest and pressed the head of my
cock at the loose pink folds of my boy's ass.  Knowing he'd been fucked
already, I pushed slowly, but fully into him, finally surging forward on my
toes to sink my cock entirely into him.  Eyes closed, Eric's face flushed
when I mounted his teen body, arms clutching at the side of the table, a
slight moan echoed from his chest.  Pulling entirely out, I pushed forward
again only slightly, the swollen head of my cock caught immediately behind
Eric's ring.

"How did Mike fuck you?"  I asked again, holding my cock still until he
began to answer.

"He likes it doggie style," Eric's voice uneven as I began to slowly thrust
into him, each time working deep and twisting my cock within him.  "We
sucked each other for a while before he rolled me over."  Eric's cock rode
his abdomen hard, bouncing with each of my strokes until finally Eric began
to stroke it himself.

I used both hands to press down on the inside of his thighs, splitting his
legs further apart, obscenely, erotically exposing his hard cock and balls
to my sight, my thick cock sliding back and forth below Eric's tight ball
sack.  "Did you like it when he slid his cock into your ass?"

"Oh god, yes."

The imagery of my son, face down in his bed, ass cocked up on splayed
knees, presented for his best friend to fuck had me ready to cum.  Knowing
that Mike, a hot young man in his own right, had his cock in the boy I
loved, in the ass I was now fucking only added to the excitement.  By now
my hips were bucking against Eric's ass cheeks in a frantic crescendo, only
moments before ejaculation.

"Where did you two do it?" I waited for the answer I expected, imagery
clear in my mind.

"In our bed, right where we were last night."

Dumbfounded, as my earlier mental picture blinked away to be replaced with
one of the boys fucking in my bed, in Eric's and my bed, the bed where we'd
made love so many times before.  At the same time I was almost surprised to
find I was cumming, cumming hard, deep within Eric's own convulsing ass at
he reacted to the same thrill that ignited me.  Still panting and trembling
from release, I leaned forward to embrace my boy and pull him upright, my
softening cock still embedded in his ass.  Together, arms laced tightly
around the other, we slowly rocked back and forth as we came down from our
highs.

Feeling Eric begin to stir, I nipped at an ear and released him from my
embrace.  "So you two were getting serious in our bed, eh?"  I said lightly
slapping at Eric's bare ass.

"Hmm," Eric replied, "he knows the deal, has known for a while now in
fact."

I paused at one of the few issues that made me nervous.  "The deal being
you and me I take it."  Eric knew I didn't want that part of our lives
shared.

"He knew.  Christ, it isn't hard to figure out if you look around a bit.
He came out and asked me one day.  I wasn't going to lie about it.  Not to
him."

I was surprised, concerned, but also thrilled.  I could hear defiance in
Eric's voice, see it in his posture, waiting for me to condemn him.  A type
of defiance I hadn't seen before in him.  I knew Mike wasn't a casual
friend, or one that would betray him.  I was pleased with his outlook on
personal honor.  This boy was growing up fast, hardly a boy anymore in
body, thought, or deed.

Reaching out to him, I said, "You did right by Mike.  Handled it well.  I
was surprised about your using our bed."

Eric smiled at me.  "He's cool.  He still thinks you're hot by the way!"
Eric laughed, his half naked body bending over to retrieve his shorts and
shoes from the floor before kissing me quickly, grabbing his sandwich and
disappearing upstairs.


Two weeks later, I dismissed the driver that dropped us off at the swanky
marina.  I think both he and Eric were a bit surprised to see me grabbing a
cart from a stack of blue painted garden buggies all painted with the
marina logo.  Loading our duffel bags and hanging clothes, Eric and I set
off down the dock through a forest of swaying masts and close packed
motorboats of increasing size.  I knew Fred's boat, the El Dorado, would be
near the end.  We'd board Fred's boat, motor up river, talk some business
overnight and disembark at the docks at West Point the next day.  A
limousine would take us home.  Certainly it would have been a lot quicker
to just drive, but I figured the thrill of being on such a huge yacht
travelling past the city skyline and up the scenic shores of the Hudson
River would impress Eric, even after his night on the Sultan's cruise ship
sized boat.

"I, ah, need to warn you, I guess," I said, causing Eric to look at me.

"Oh?"

Despite our own openness, I was embarrassed to have to say, "Mister Stern's
family is pretty open about sex.  You may be asked or, even pursued."

"Oh.  Who all is going to be on the boat with us?" Eric asked.

"The guy I've worked with is Fred Stern, CEO of Novarex Corporation.  His
wife is Madeline Stern, and 3 kids.  Nathan is the youngest, he's 8 or
9. Shannon is next at 14, and Dustin is the eldest at 17.  I don't have any
idea who the crew are; I expect a captain, a deckhand and a cook at least,
and maybe more."

"Hmmm.  How open is 'open.'  Do they know about us?"

Now I could hear a change in Eric's voice.  I sighed.  "Fred certainly
suspects our relation, although I've never confirmed it.  He's been free
with the fact that they play with each other."

"Sounds like far more than mere play to me."

"Yes, well, true.  One other detail.  I expect that the boat is wired with
cameras.  Fred likes to watch."

I could feel the slight give beneath my feet of the floating pier as we
walked past slips of ever increasing sizes, we were headed to the end.
Slipping the duffel bag to my other hand, I looked over at Eric - he seemed
to be somewhat dazzled by the density of wealth floating around him.
Sailboats and motor yachts mixed freely, the glow of varnished teak
competing with the white sheen of painted fiberglass, steel and aluminum
hulls.


The last 15 meters of the dock passed in silence as we approached the El
Dorado, a huge motor yacht of at least 100 feet.  A gleaming white aluminum
hull, rich varnished teak, and taught canvas trim all spoke highly of the
custom ship.

After a waiting deckhand brought us aboard, introductions were quickly made
and gear stowed below in our small stateroom.  Minutes later Eric and I
stood on the fly bridge, while the deckhand released the final lines.
Leaving the harbor, the wind grew heavy with the scent of salt water as we
pushed into the light chop of Long Island Sound.  Beneath our feet, I could
feel the steady throb of large diesels while behind us the water churned
brown with white foam.

We spent most of the afternoon in the salon at the stern of the yacht or
walking about the deck watching the cityscape slide by.  From a distance we
saw the Statue of Liberty, Battery Park and the looming height of the
Empire State building.  We passed below four great bridges on our trek
north.  Both Eric and I stood spellbound beneath each one, mesmerized by
the vast human effort required to construct such a feat.

Later at dinner I was amused to watch Shannon openly flirting with Eric.  I
figured as a result of being closest in age, they had spent much of the
afternoon together.  Dustin seemed somewhat aloof while young Nathan was
the typical energetic boy.  Not long after dinner was over, we anchored
across the river from West Point, the great fortress like academy already
beginning to glow with the lights of evening.  Eric had disappeared below
decks already; I stood alone on the fly bridge looking up at my alma matter
when Fred walked up beside me.

"That's a hot boy you've got there Robert.  I bet he's good in bed."

I hadn't told Eric that Fred and I knew we both shared an interest in young
men.  That Fred knew we were together was almost inescapable, I just didn't
want to talk about it.

I smiled back at him.  "I see your daughter has her eyes on him.  Think
anything is going to happen?"

"Going to happen?  If I know that girl, it's already happening," ha laughed
back at me while taking a slug from his drink.  "Wanna go find out?  Think
your twinky boy has it in him to fuck her?"

I did in fact want to see what was going on.  "She safe?" I asked.

"Her mama sees to it that she takes her pill everyday if that's what you
want to know.  I like to play, and I won't wear any damn rubber, but I'll
be damned if I let any kids come of it. Come on, let's to see what's up."

One tiny room forward and below the pilothouse had been made into an
office.  Arrayed across one wall were a series of monitors, below several
VCR's.  Fred picked up a remote and all the monitors glowed to life.  Most
showed only motionless views of empty areas of the boat: the salon, the
pilothouse, the dining area, the kitchen, even the fly bridge and the
stateroom Eric and I shared.  Two monitors showed far more than that.
While staring at the screens, my eyes flicking back and forth between the
two, my ears caught the sound of a VCR starting up.  At the moment, both
screens were strangely in synch.

One screen showed what was clearly a naked Dustin with his head between his
mother's legs as they both sprawled out on the master suite's bed.  The
other screen provided a much more detailed picture of the side of Eric's
face as he tongued Shannon's hairless cunt.  Above my boy, the young girl's
stretched he young body tight, the look of utter passion on her face.  Fred
toggled a few switches and soon three screens showed the youngsters'
passion from different angles.

"Damn fine boy I must say.  Shannon's room is a favorite of mine," Fred
said while reaching up to shut off the screen showing the master suite.
Even as it blinked out I caught the image of Dusting thrusting hard into
his mother, both oblivious to the show the must know they were providing.
By now Eric's hard cock dangled in front of Shannon's lips as they twisted
into a 69, Eric now adding his fingers to the action.  I wondered if Eric
had ever seen a pussy before tonight.  I was entranced.  I wanted
desperately to watch Eric slide his young, hard cock into the girl.  I
wanted to watch both of them, still children, yet almost adults, writhe in
each others arms.  After several moments, Shannon broke free and Eric
rolled aside on the bed.  Shannon scooted up on the bed to pile a pillow
under her back.  Her legs spread wide for the camera that invaded their
privacy, her hairless cunt spread open, wet with her juice and my son's
saliva.  I could see Shannon's mouth move, wondering if her tongue had
tasted Eric in the same way I had man times before.  What was going to next
seemed obvious when she reached out to stroke Eric's hard cock lying
against his belly while her other hand rubber her clit.

Eric knelt with his ass up in the air while he licked and fingered the
girl's pussy, getting a good look at it, teasing her with what was to come.

"Damn, Robert, you've been giving it to him good!"  Fred was looking at
another monitor, looking straight into Eric's upturned ass.  "Even from
here I can see he's been getting fucked, look at that ass!"

Even before I glanced up, I knew what he was talking about.  There could be
little doubt that Eric would show the affects of our routine sex.

"Damn, an ass like that makes me fucking hot.  Think I can get a shot at
his butt?  I'd love to have his legs wrapped around me while I shove him
full of my cock," Fred said, tapping on the screen.  Fiddling with the
controls, Fred zoomed in with the camera showing Eric's teen cock, jutting
from a trimmed bush of pubes, close with, and then enter his daughter's
cunt.  I don't know how long I was there, saying nothing, fixed, staring
from one screen to another as I watched them fuck.  Some moves I recognized
as techniques I used to fuck Eric, others were youthful improvisations.
Shannon was no novice, she knew what made her feel good, and what made her
partner feel good.  All at 14 years old.  I watched mesmerized as Eric's
thrusts became frantic and irregular until finally it seemed as every
muscle in his body tensed, I knew his cum would be jetting from the tip of
his cock and filling Shannon's twat, her swollen pussy lips wrapped tightly
around my son's hard penis.  I nearly collapsed into the chair as the
action wound down, Eric and Shannon gently nuzzling each other in the
afterglow of their passion.  Both being young, I bet they would both be at
it again in a few minutes.  Moments later, I watched as Eric kissed his way
down the girl's body until he was between her legs.  Soon after, Shannon
writhed again in passion as Eric's tongue danced a magic tune on her clit
and through her cunt.  Periodically Eric would pause to bury his tongue
deep in the folds of her pussy, undoubtedly enjoying the mixed tastes of
her juices and his mixed together.

Mesmerized, I continued to watch their couplings until finally they
stumbled sluggishly into the bathroom shower stall.  Looking around, I
found I was alone.  I wasn't sure when Fred had left.  Turning off the last
monitors, I was left in semi-darkness with my thoughts and still pounding
heart.

I'd come up on deck after watching Eric and Shannon, and watching Dustin
and his mother.  The sex all around overwhelmed me, confused me, and
excited me all at the same time.  The main deck had been strangely quiet,
greeted only by the hiss of cool filtered air pumped from below by the
yacht's air conditioning.  Stepping through a side door onto the narrow
deck leading forward to the pilothouse and foredeck, the more familiar
sounds of the evening greeted my ears.  The muted scent of the Hudson River
reached out to my nose while I looked over the railing at the brown green
water.  Across the river, bright arc lights lit the Academy grounds giving
it an austere and metallic halo.  I could hear the shrill sounds of a
whistle floating over the water from a late night soccer or rugby game at
Clinton field.

I turned to continue forward when the sounds of grunting and slapping flesh
came from the pilothouse a few feet in front of me.  Irresistibly drawn, I
looked through the open doorway.  There, bathed in the glow of two video
monitors, I saw Fred, the head of a multinational company far bigger than
mine, standing dressed in a long blue bathrobe fucking what could only be
his youngest son, Nathan.  The boy was pushed low in the captains chair,
swiveled around so the Nathan's ass faced to the stern, his thin legs
pushed back to dangle wildly over the arm rests of the chair.  Laboring
over the young boy, sweat formed on his father's brow, dripping
periodically onto the folded up child.  A flash of thick cock sinking deep
between narrow buttocks greeted me as the bathrobe swished in the air with
each thrust of the father's hips.

Entranced, I watched.  Fred's eyes would flit back and forth from the boy
whimpering beneath him to the screens built into the control panel before
him.  Knowing Fred, I expected one screen was of Eric fucking his daughter,
the other his wife and elder son's lusty coupling.  Both of Fred's hands
lay on his son's shoulders, leaving only to grab the boy's hips and pull
his young ass back over the edge of the seat, then to push the young legs
back even further.  The boy's white knuckled fingers desperately tried to
hold onto the arm rest, the violent pounding of man cock in his ass shaking
his body.  Still I watched, small feet bobbing wildly in the air with each
thrust of his dad's cock, toes clenching and curling.

Fred finally glanced over at me.  Rather than being startled, he grinned at
me and shrugged out of his bathrobe to stand naked in front of me with his
son, never missing a stroke.

"God, is his ass tight!  Not bad for a nine year old - taking nine inches
of hard cock in his ass,' he said.  "Now that I've got him opened up enough
to take a cock, he'll be a real asset in dealing with them Arabs."

Shocked into silence, I stood there immobile.

"It's taken me almost six weeks of work with a dildo and a butt plug to
open him up enough, " Fred continued while pausing only to pull his slick
cock all the way from Nathan's rectum before punching it back into the boy
full stroke.  "Hell, it took me almost that long to get my wife to go along
with it.  Nate is the baby you know."  As shudders overtook his heaving
body, Fred pulled his cock from his son's ass and began to stroke,
finishing off what the hot wetness of his boy's ass had begun.  Moments
later, long ivory strings of cum squirted from the pulsing purple crown of
his fat cock to land across Nathan's face.  "Open up Nate, I wanna see you
take my cum!" his father said.  Dutifully, Nate opened his mouth just in
time to receive the last shot of his dad's cum on his tongue.  Still
shaking with the intensity of orgasm, Fred pushed his still hard cock down
towards the loose folds of Nathan's ass.  After missing once, Fred's fat
cock found its target and pushed back inside the boy's body, Nate's brow
creasing while his body fought to allow the invader reentry.

After panting for a moment, Fred stood upright, pulled his softening but
still impressive cock from Nathan's tender ass, and quickly covered himself
again in the deep satin folds of his bathrobe.  Exhausted, Nathan lay
there, nearly bent in half, in the captain's chair, emotionless face
streaked with cum, lower lip a rich red color made alive by the wetness of
his father's cum.  Even in the dim light, I could see the boy's slick
thighs and the dark center of his tender hole.  I had seen streaks of red
on his father's cock.

"Want to have a go at him?" Fred asked.

"No, no thanks," I mumbled.  The scent of sex and musk from the boy's ass
rolled out of the pilothouse to surround me on the deck.

Swatting Nathan on the ass, his father said, "Go on, get out of here boy.
Mister Rheinhard and I need to talk business."  Slowly, stiffly, Nathan
extracted himself from the chair and jumped down tenderly, bare feet
slapping against the smooth wooden floor, with eyes downcast the boy, naked
and walking slightly bowlegged, slowly moved down the interior hatch to
below decks.  As he left us, I could see traces of cum starting to leak
from between the boy's reddened ass cheeks.  Perhaps this wasn't his first
fuck of the night.

"That kid is gonna earn us several million bucks!" Fred said picking up a
drink from a shelf behind him.  "Your boy is doing pretty good himself.  I
didn't think the twink had it in him, but my daughter is sure enjoying what
she's getting," gesturing to a video monitor.  Briefly I again saw Eric's
ass methodically pumping his cock into the folds of Shannon's hairless
pussy, apparently recharged after their earlier shower together.

We ended up on the foredeck, Fred talking of grand plans, hands
gesticulating wildly in the air.  My mind was elsewhere.  The blank look in
Nathan's eyes as he took his merciless fucking silently and without
pleasure shook me, that and the sure knowledge that it would continue in
even less attractive ways.  Even worse was the thought that I was no
different, after all hadn't I benefited from the Eric spending the night
with the Sultan?  But that was different!  I didn't force or coerce Eric,
he'd made his own choice.  But still!

Finally our conversation died, Fred stumbled off half drunk to see what his
wife was doing below.  Alone on the bow, I could feel the river gently
surge against the hull, slowly rocking the yacht as if to demand attention.
One hand on the bow running light, split red and green light seeping out
from under my fingers, I stood alone listening to my inner voices while
staring down at the dark waters.  Somehow, try as I might, I couldn't
project a happy life for Nathan.  That thought alone was enough to plague
me, demanding to know my responsibilities in the matter, demanding to know
if Eric was any different.

Finally, I returned to our cabin to find Eric asleep atop the bed, naked,
arms folded beneath his slowly rising chest, firm buttocks cresting the
long line of his leg, one tender foot folded over the other.  Standing
there silently, I wondered how he liked being with Shannon, wondered if
he'd found something new in his life.  I couldn't wait to be off this ship
tomorrow morning.  So close to a place that for 30 years felt like home,
yet so far away from the meaning of it all.

Undressing in the scant moonlight filtering through the portholes, I
covered Eric's sleeping form with a blanket and slipped into bed beside
him.  Fortunately sleep came quickly, seemingly just after I lay back from
kissing Eric gently between the shoulder blades.

I greeted the Hudson dawn on the fly bridge.  From this height above the
water I could see the curling wisps of fog skimming the surface of the
torpid river.  To the east, dark tree covered mountains competed to receive
the early morning rays of the sun just peeking over the western hills.
Mostly my attention was riveted on the west bank.  From my river view I
could look onto the vast gray expanse of stone I knew to be Thayer hall, an
academic building seeming built into the side of the granite mountain.  Far
above, the Cadet Chapel stood in gothic solitude, alone on an upper level,
save the stadium I knew to be hidden from view.  My roaming eyes caught the
sunlight twinkling from the glass façade of the old officer's club.  The
sound of a single cannon shot and reveille brought me to my feet, old
training and respect emerging, the image of the colors being raised etched
in my mind from so many years ago.

While the yacht gently rocked beneath my feet, I thought of the words
etched in stone around MacArthur's statue: "Duty, Honor, Country.  Those
three hallowed words reverently dictate what you ought to be, what you can
be, what you will be..." How had I gotten to be with a man who would
prostitute his own children for gain?  How had I come to find myself loving
a boy, now a young man?



Colonel Don Gross had run the Academy's English department for the last 5
years, however he'd been at the Academy for nearly 15 years.  Only the
first years of his career had been spent with soldiers.  His son Paul, now
a cadet, had grown up here living in old but splendid government quarters
that spoke of the age and influence of the academy.  I didn't know Don when
we were both cadets so many years ago.  He was two years behind me and in a
different regiment in the Corps of Cadets.  I expect our paths never would
have met had he not been a friend and classmate of Eric's father.  Now he
provided me with an opportunity to expose Eric to ideas I once, and still,
held dear.  An opportunity to revisit the place that powerfully shaped and
influenced my adult identity; as soldier, leader, and even homosexual.

With Eric in Paul's hands and Don at work, I was free to wonder the grounds
of the Academy.  Massive gray granite buildings, cadet barracks and
academic buildings alike, each with ornate carved stone details subtly
worked into the looming structures.  Heavy, oversized varnished oak doors
added to the feeling of sheer presence.  Seeing young cadet faces, many not
looking any older than Eric, I wondered what I looked like back in the "Old
Corps" of yesteryear, dressed in virtually the same traditional uniforms
still being worn.  I smiled to be called "Sir" by a passing cadet, old
grads weren't hard to pick out from the tourists and I had retired a
Colonel.  I smiled again upon realizing that the gray uniform pants still
showed off a bubble butt quite well.  How many tailors in the cadet uniform
shop were gay?  "It'a fitta fine!" was a common expression among the older
Italian gentlemen that worked as tailors in the basement of the old mess
hall when their hands danced over our bodies expertly fitting each element
of the wool uniform to our young bodies.

I found myself standing in the middle of a sidewalk that cut across the
broad parade field, directly in front of the towering statue of General
George Washington on a stallion.  In front of me, cadets, all dressed in a
common uniform, returned from class and formed up in company sized units
for movement into the cavernous mess hall.  The entire Third Regiment, one
of four that makes up the Corps of Cadets, quickly coalesced into an
organized being.  Looking at the near 1000 cadets, I couldn't help but
wonder how many of them were gay, like I was when I stood there as a member
of the same regiment.  10? 30? 100 even?  Hard to believe an institution so
quietly but fundamentally against homosexuality could attract gay men and
women.  Perhaps it was even society's lack of acceptance that drove gays
here, desperate to give their life meaning in a world that otherwise
rejected them.  So many.

I walked away from the sounds of the drummer beating out a cadence for the
cadets marching to lunch and found myself looking up into the weathered
bronze visage of Douglas MacArthur, an American Caesar, a man of tragedy
and triumph.  The man that was my hero.  On the low stone wall surrounding
the base of his statue were the words to one of his speeches that had
become the foundation of my military outlook and beliefs.  Silently I
reread those words again. The same words I'd had memorized for nearly 30
years.  Words to lead a soldier, words to guide a nation.  Standing there,
I thought about all the soldiers I'd known and served with.  Some never
left the battlefield where they fell.  Their service an honorable act.

A short walk later, I was in the upper gallery behind the spectator seats
of Crandall pool, part of the Academy's Cadet gymnasium.  Faded pictures of
a few of my classmates hung on the walls amidst a flood of unfamiliar, yet
nearly timeless faces.  Stepping out into the stands, I looked down at the
empty olympic sized pool, bright light glimmering off the tiny ripples in
the water.  So many times I'd come to enjoy the scenery.  I could hardly
believe my luck when I discovered I could come watch a swim meet and have
the government provide me with dozens of handsome young men, all in fine
shape, dressed only in tight Speedo's.  All ranges of body types and ethnic
backgrounds paraded in front of me, chests heaving, faces flush, nipples
erect from the exertion of their race.  I still enjoyed watching Eric's
high school team, although now he provided a special incentive to pay
attention.



Eric's tired mind replayed part of the day's events.  He'd met Paul at the
admissions building, who then brought him onto the inner workings of the
Corps of Cadets.  All day, Eric had done what any cadet did; classes, lunch
formation followed by lunch in the cavernous mess hall, more classes,
parade practice, dinner, an evening lecture.  Finally Eric collapsed onto
his bunk to read a book while Paul worked on homework.

After dozing a bit, Eric woke to find himself still dressed.  Looking down
at his watch to see 1 A.M., Eric stood up and asked, "There a shower around
I can use Paul?"

"Sure, across the hall, first door on your right.  In the can, all the way
in the back past the lockers," Paul replied, looking up from a textbook.

"Thanks," Eric said standing and gathering his gear.

In the hallway, all seemed quiet as Eric made his way to the latrine.
Inside he quickly undressed and entered the shower room.  After cleaning
up, Eric stood, eyes closed, letting the warm water flood over his tired
body.  Suddenly Eric realized he wasn't alone in the shower.  Looking up,
Eric turned to see Paul watching him intently from across the small shower
enclosure, maybe 5 feet away.  An uncharacteristic blush flashed across
Eric's face, all too aware of his naked body.  Glancing down, at his semi
hard cock, he saw this thin, trimmed bush above his hairless sack.  Eric
wondered if Paul had noticed his ass when he'd bent over to wash his legs,
an ass that clearly had the indentation of one fucked many times, an ass
that was also totally devoid of hair.  Tension filled Eric's mind, suddenly
knowing the fear discovery, something he'd not experienced in several
years.  Tentatively, Eric looked back at Paul, who was still watching him
while idly soaping his chest.

Paul smiled, seeing that Eric was watching him.  Paul felt sure the boy was
like him, smooth shapely body that had been obviously shaved in places, and
that ass!  Fucking hot!  Paul could feel his own cock steadily going hard.
Damn good thing no one ever showered at this time of night.  He'd be busted
big time if some plebe came in to see him, the upper class company
commander, with his cock hard as a rock watching some visitor kid.  Let's
see what he does when I soap up my cock.

Eric was surprised and excited all at the same time.  Here in the bowels of
the military academy, he was showering with a cadet, the son of a Colonel
no less, who was giving him a show.  Eric leaned back into the shower
spray, hands back against the cool blue tile walls, hips slightly forward
while watching Paul soap his hard cock.  Soaping wasn't a good description
of what the man was doing.  Hell, he was jacking off!  In a flash, Eric
turned about and twisted the shower controls off.  Turning, he could see a
horrified, almost desperate look on Paul's face.  But instead of walking
out of the shower room, Eric moved to the showerhead immediately next to
Paul back in the corner out of sight from the entrance.  Ducking back under
the scalding spray, Eric turned to Paul, smiled, and began to palm his own
bobbing cock.

The devil in Eric wanted to see how far this stud would go.  Clearly they
had some of the same ideas about life and sex.  Easing toward the handsome
man next to him, Eric emerged from the spray of his shower and stepped into
Paul's.

"Let me wash your back?" Eric asked quietly, leaning close to the older
boy's ear.  Only a desperate nod returned.  Eric soaped and massaged the
wide muscular shoulders and back, working each firm curve first gently and
then with increasing strength.  From neck down to Paul's lower back Eric
worked over the course of a few minutes.  Finally pausing at Paul's hard
hairy buttocks.  Slowly Eric went to his knees, looking up as Paul turned
his head to see him kneel down.  Gently Eric kneaded both glutes, his
thumbs pointed inward, sliding through Paul's furrow from the open top
through the heat to graze his anus and end at the base of Paul's cock.  How
many times had a scene like this been repeated in the history of the
academy Eric wondered?  Blinking his eyes clear of water, Eric smiled to
see Paul had taken destiny into his own hands and turned around to face
Eric.

A mere inch away from his lips, Paul's thick but short circumcised cock
jutted out from a matted mass of wet, black pubic hair.  Paul's fingers ran
through the short cut stubble of Eric's hair.  Christ, Paul thought, this
kid is like any of our plebes, and I'm about to get a blowjob from him.

At that instant, Eric's tongue touched the hard tip of Paul's cock.  For an
instant, water cascaded down Paul's body to run the length of his rigid
cock, and fountain off the tip and into Eric's open mouth.  Then Eric
completed the act, welcoming the hard cock into the back of his mouth while
his tongue danced around the shaft.  Twisting his head, Eric pumped the
thick shaft in and out quickly, his knees pressed into the hard tile floor,
his wits strained by the very real chance of discovery.  Paul reached down
to hold Eric's head gently in his hands while his hips thrust into the
younger boy's face.  Oh god, this is good, so fucking good, Paul thought to
himself.  Please lord, let me cum before someone comes in!

Just as Eric felt the cock in his mouth begin to pulse out its seed, he
heard the steel bathroom door slam open.  Nearly choking on the small
amount of cum in his mouth, Eric pulled away desperately, trying to stand
and face the wall, praying his own erection would melt away before the
intruder noticed.  Eric's eyes flashed to the left to see Paul's hands wrap
around his cock, apparently pretending to wash it as he went through the
final throes of ejaculation.

Fortunately for both involved, the flush of a urinal confirmed a delay.
Moments later both boys scrambled from the shower area, towels judiciously
wrapped around their waists, almost crashing into another cadet entering
the shower room.

"Hey Ted, you're up late," Paul said, more surprised than his friend would
ever know.

"Freaking design project for my Aero class.  Kicking my ass.  When does
your roomie come back from trip section anyway?" this new cadet asked Paul
while Eric dressed as fast as he could into a pair of loose sweats.

"Sean comes back tomorrow," Paul replied watching Eric dart out of the
latrine towards their room.

"Who's the kid anyway?"

"That's Eric.  He's staying with me while Sean's away.  His old man and
mine were classmates," said Paul as his friend went into the shower they'd
just vacated.  The last vestiges of Paul's semen lay in the watery puddles
of the shower room floor.


Back in Paul's room, Eric stared out the window looking out over the
Hudson.  Below, he thought, was where the El Dorado was anchored.  Hard to
believe only last night he was with Shannon.  Eric only glanced back when
he heard the door open and Paul entered quietly.

"I'm sorry, Paul."

"Sorry for what?" Paul asked back.  "Nothing happened that I didn't let
happen.  May be a gross lack of judgement on my part for it happening in
the shower, but..." Paul walked up to stand beside Eric, touching in fact,
both peering out the window into the clear, silent night. "Thanks.
Something I don't get to enjoy everyday." Eric flashed a quick smile looked
back out at the stars shining from an inky night sky.  Ten minutes later
both young men were in their racks and fast approaching sleep the
excitement behind them.



After dinner that night, Don and I settled into deep wicker lounge chairs
on his porch.  Although the mountains behind the house to the west blocked
any real sunset, we could still see the changing colors on the hills facing
us on the far bank of the river.  After a few minutes of idle talk, Don
began to rail about the problems of the Army.  After he'd gone on about how
the damn queers and women would be the ruin of everything noble and
aggressive in the military, I couldn't help but wonder how out of touch he
was with "his army."  The same Army he hadn't really been a part of for the
last 15 years while growing fat and living the soft life as a permanent
academy professor, secure in what was essentially academic tenure.

I thought of Eric, wondered what he was doing and whether he was having any
fun.  I wondered how out of touch I was.  Out of touch with what was good
for Eric.  Sitting there on the porch, lit by the faint lights of tiny
white Christmas tree lights strung around the ceiling to sparkle like
stars, we drank expensive Irish whiskey while outside crickets buzzed in
the night.  Finally our talked turned to shared memories of the man that
was Eric's father, and the dreams he had for his son.  As darkness closed
in on us, the image of young Nathan's naked body pressed into the white
leather of the elevated captain's chair danced through my mind, damning me
by implication.


It was late the next afternoon when I met Eric outside Building 606, the
admissions building.  So many memories of this place filled my mind.  I
could only hope that Eric would have a few of this place.  I knew his
father had once wished his son would follow in his footsteps to become
first a cadet and then an Army officer.  I also knew I would not pressure
Eric to make those choices, although I would be proud if he did. Eric and I
had eaten lunch with Colonel Gross in the old West Point Officer's Club.
An opportunity for Eric to hear two old men tell war stories about their
exploits, some real, some imagined, but more importantly to hear stories
about his father, a good man and a good soldier.

I waved to Eric as he approached, watching him look about, gathering in all
the bustle around him.

"Hey Dad," he called out, jogging the last few steps before pitching his
duffel into the open trunk of the waiting car.

"What do you think of this place?" I asked, stopping to look back once more
at the place that used to be my home.

"Pretty wild.  It's nuts!  Lemme tell you some of the things I've done in
the last two days!" Eric replied as we both climbed into the back of the
car from opposite doors.

The next 20 minutes were filled with a run down on all he'd done.  From
drill practice on the parade ground, to English class, to standing in
formation, all the discipline and order that mixed with the independence
and spirit of young men and women.  Throughout it all, I looked away only
long enough to catch a glimpse of Thayer gate receding from view as we sped
south. A phrase came to mind, "Or living or dying, to honor the Corps, and
the Corps, and Corps."  I would be forever marked by the place.

Finally, after we'd both exhausted our conversation, Eric was looking out
the window, chin resting on a hand, when he turned to me and quietly asked,
"What are you going to do when I'm gone."

I smiled, putting my hand on his thigh, "I hope you will never be truly
gone from my life.  I'm not sure what I'd do then."

"I don't mean gone as in disappearing forever, I mean, like, when I go to
college," his voice trailed off and he turned back to the window.  I knew
what else he'd left unsaid.

"And after.  Yes.  I've thought about it a lot.  You are growing up fast.
You know I don't expect you to stay at home forever."  The last few months
had clearly shown me that Eric was growing up, physically, mentally, and
socially.  While we still shared a deep seated love for each other, and
still shared in passionate sex, with each passing month I watched his
attention to the outside world grow, toward his own interests, his own
plans and his own love, Mike.

"Will you find another boy?" he asked, only half glancing at me when he
said it.

"Eric, there can't ever be anyone like you!" I said, laughing and pulling
him into my arms, both of us sliding across the slick leather seats.
"Besides, I didn't find you, you were delivered to me!" I teased.  The rest
of the ride home was less serious, enjoying the explosion of October
foliage as we sped down the parkway towards home.  Still the unanswered
question lingered in my mind, what would I do when Eric, while still my
friend and son, was no longer my lover?