Date: Wed, 14 Jul 1999 16:26:37 EDT
From: Hidden12@aol.com
Subject: Eric Ch3 (M/t)

I have, for the moment, given up trying to knit the original vignettes (some 
of which you may have already read) together into the framework of fantasy in 
which they were conceived. Much of the content is new; some is not; all 
installations have been edited to some degree and rearranged.  Suggestions 
and comments regarding content or technique are extremely welcome. I'd also 
like to thank a man for taking the time to edit part of my work. I won't 
claim that I got to all the changes needed; all the mistakes are mine alone. 
(Yes, the formatting is substandard.)

Practice safe sex, live to enjoy life


Chapter 3.
(The next week.)

I left my office on the outskirts of Manhattan around 3 PM on a humid Friday 
afternoon in June.  Fortunately the expressways were only clogged instead of 
being completely closed down.  The firm I started after leaving the Army had 
been fortunate in having its initial proposal accepted by the Omani 
government contract earlier that week.  I was looking forward to a slight 
pause between bursts of intense activity to enjoy life before having to 
commit the next three to six months traveling to the Sultanate of Oman and 
various other European countries that would provide the services for which I 
hoped to be the Omani middle man.  Oman is a small Arabic nation with an 
ancient seafaring and trading history located on the South east tip of the 
Arabian peninsula.  While internally stable, Oman has had some border 
disputes with neighboring Yemen and it commands the western approaches to the 
Straits of Hormuz in the Persian Gulf.  Declining oil revenues or not, the 
Omani's had managed their money well, and were good friends of the US

High over the Hudson River on the Tappan Zee Bridge my mind wandered as it 
often does from work to Eric.  His summer had begun only the week before, his 
sophomore year of high school recently completed.  I thought with some 
consternation what I would do for his 16th birthday.  After a few moments of 
deep though, it struck me with some amusement as that event was still four 
months away.  As usual, two things happened when I began thinking about Eric 
as I sat encased in the commanding steel heights of the four door Yukon 
arcing over the bridge; first was the feeling of immense satisfaction that I 
felt over my love and relationship with the young man that had come into my 
life only two and a half years ago.  Second was the growing erection in my 
pants.

Our interest in sex was mutual, of that I was sure.  I reveled in the taboo 
delights of his teenage male body; he enjoyed the physical and emotional 
closeness born of our relation and demanded by his already hormone wracked 
body.  Together we explored the width and depth of homosexual intercourse and 
fetish.  The clear image of Eric standing naked before me, legs slightly 
spread, nipples erect, one hand stroking a hard cock jutting proudly from a 
bare abdomen made my crotch stir.  One of my most earnest fetishes was to 
have him virtually hairless.  I thought back with enjoyment at the night 
following his last day of school in which once again his young body was laid 
bare for me.  Already he was working on his 100% tan, allowing his smooth 
hard buttocks and ivory prick to be tanned by the sun in our secluded back 
yard.  This weekend would be his to direct and enjoy, sexual and otherwise, 
because while he would travel with me to some places, there would be long 
periods of time when he was going to be basically on his own, even when I was 
in town.  He had long ago demonstrated his potential for accepting 
responsibility; he knew that, in part, our relationship relied on it.  

Finally around 4:30 I drove through the oaks and maples that encased our home 
in the Hudson Highlands, already geographically separated from neighbors by 
about half a mile, the outcrops of steep rock and dense trees completed our 
isolation.  The garage door was open and Eric's bike lay propped up against 
the jam, probably from an earlier trip to see his friend Mike, two miles down 
the road.  I left the truck parked outside and strode quickly through the 
garage and into the house, loosening my tie and dumping my coat over the 
sofa.  Stopping at the fridge for a drink I wondered where Eric was until I 
wandered into the living room and looked out through the sliding glass doors 
overwatching the pool.  Eric lay nude on top of a huge towel sunbathing and 
reading a magazine, his once ivory body already turning a uniform golden tan 
after a week in the sun.  I stood there enjoying both my drink and the sight 
of my boy naked in the afternoon sun.

After a moment I opened the sliding doors and walked out to say hello; as I 
approached, Eric looked up and smiled.


"You're home early;" he said with a smile, half rolling on his side, yet 
still propped up on an elbow, his now equally tanned soft cock nestled 
between cocked legs.


"Yeah, I wanted a break.  What ya do today?" I asked unbuttoning my shirt and 
turning to survey the sparkling coolness of the pool.


"Messed around most of the morning before I went to Mike's. He's finally got 
that new Miata his parents promised him; its cool!  We went up to the 
Galleria, mostly so he could show off his car.  After a while we both ended 
up here for a swim."


"How did he like your tan?  Or did you show him?"  I teased as I dumped my 
shirt on a lounge and sat to remove my shoes and socks.


"Ah he knows, cripes he knew last summer...  In fact we usually skinny dip 
when Leonna isn't cleaning. "


That made me stop for a second as I considered what else Mike might know.  
"How does he like your shave job?" I asked referring to his lack of pubic 
patch.


Eric shifted a little uncomfortably; I figured I was getting a little closer 
than he might want but he answered, "He started out teasing the crap out of 
me... calling me a baby, but now I get the idea he thinks it's actually kinda 
cool.  He's been talking about how sleek it looks, but I think he's chicken 
to actually do it."


"Hmmm" I paused both to think and to admire the Adonis before me; "please be 
careful. You know the deal." I added as I stood up, messed his hair and 
pushed him over onto his back with a grin.  While Eric sputtered a few 
protests of being attacked I finished removing my pants and shorts.  As he 
scrambled to his feet, I turned and sprinted the few short strides to the end 
of the pool where two splashes followed in close sequence.  We splashed and 
dunked each other a few times, chasing each other above and below the water 
for about ten minutes before I resurfaced, winded, while Eric circled like a 
shark full of energy.  Treading water in the middle of the deep end I asked 
Eric; "Good mag?" referring to his reading material.


"Yeah, it's the latest copy of Wired magazine I got at the Galleria today; 
more of the social side of computers than the minute details of programming.  
I spent some of the afternoon after Mike left surfing the Net and talking on 
AOL.  Juri and Takashi sent me some email; that was cool. And I spent some 
time in a chat room flirting with some dirty old man," Eric replied closing 
the distance between us as we drifted to the shallow end until we were face 
to face.


"Who are Juri and Takashi again?" I asked as I closed my arms around his firm 
body.


"Juri's a grad student in Prague and Takashi's a guy my age who lives outside 
of Tokyo.  They're the ones from the student newsgroup, remember?" Eric 
replied as I felt his legs encircle my waist.  I could feel the warmth of his 
body against mine as his ankles locked together behind my back.  I helped 
support his weight with my hands grasping his delightfully muscled buttocks 
as Eric leaned back and continued to tread water with his arms.  


"What did the 'dirty old man' want from you?" I asked slowly spinning the 
both of us around in the cool clear water.


"Ha!  Some guy from down in the city claims to have a huge dick..... and 
wants to do wicked things to me!" Eric replied as he reached forward to grab 
my shoulders.


"This is your weekend, stud. I figure I'll be extremely busy in the next 
several weeks so it's up to you to figure out what it is that we should do 
before I disappear." I said giving his ass a squeeze.  That squeeze elicited 
a squirm that ground his ass against my now hard cock.  "So what ya think?"

"Well, if your gonna always be tired...." Eric smiled mischievously and 
squirmed some more, deliberately rubbing the crack of his ass against my 
cock; "I got a few things in mind..."

"Hey, I like how you think, but I was actually talking about dinner and more 
'public' activities," I replied.

"I know, I know."


"There is the new Batman V movie out, even I might enjoy that.  I'd like to 
go to the Brewster House for dinner one of these nights; Mohunk Mountain 
lodge and climbing is an option.....  Or I can just take you downstairs and 
leave you tied up all weekend!"


"Wow.....  Choices, choices, choices!!" Eric grinned as we untangled from 
each other climbing out of the pool to sit on the side, legs still in the 
water.  Evaporating water cooled both of us, raising goosebumps, even in this 
hot humid day. "Well...  how about dinner, a movie, and we'll talk about the 
rest tonight."


"Sounds good to me.  It's now 5 o'clock.  I'll make dinner reservations for 
6:30, and we'll shoot for the 8:00 showing." I said standing up, the last of 
the water dripping off my nude body onto the cement.  I walked over to the 
lounge, picked up my towel, and then leaned over to snatch Eric's off the 
lawn before tossing it at him.

After drying myself off quickly, I eased the towel from Eric's hands and 
finished the job.  He stood there still, allowing me free access to his 
youthful body.  Even without explicit sex on my mind, I enjoyed the strength 
and beauty of his flesh and form.  Wrapping the towel across his shoulders, I 
used it to pull him into me, kissing him until our tongues met and out eyes 
closed as we explored the familiar depths of each other.  "Hmmm, I like that" 
I said breaking the kiss. "we'd best get moving, or I'll have to ravish you 
here right now."  

"You wish; I'm gonna take a shower to wash off the chlorine." Eric shot back 
over his shoulder as he stepped over the threshold of the screen door.

Dinner, steak for Eric and scallops for me, proved to be outstanding.  I had 
been going to the Brewster House restaurant since I was a cadet at West Point 
down the road.  Still the same small cozy place, serving excellent food, 
although the owners were getting older along with the rest of us.  Going back 
there always reminded me of my days as a cadet, and as always, I wondered how 
many other cadets were gay.  More than a few I bet.

The movie's best part was the smoldering sexuality of Batman and Robin, with 
their nipples showing on their costume, cod pieces clutching at their 
crotches.  I kept waiting for Batman to lift Robin's cape and plant his super 
batdick up his sidekick's ass.  Naturally, I came away disappointed although 
I heard Eric say "Cool! and "Wow!" about a dozen times each as the battle 
between good and evil swayed back and forth.  

The drive home was uneventful but full of discussion about the morrow.  We 
would be going rock climbing and spending the night at the Mohunk Mountain 
Lodge.....  that is if we could get in for the night.  Otherwise we'd go from 
five star turn of the century accommodations to the Super 8 motel built last 
year.  Entering the house, Eric and I went separate ways; I, with mail in 
hand, went into the library/office while Eric bounded upstairs.  After ten 
minutes of perusing bills and the day's crop of catalogs, I fired up the 
computer to check Email and see what was going on in the digital community.

Finding no new messages I brought up one of my favorite Internet newsgroups: 
alt.sex.binaries.pictures.erotica.teen.male.  This brought me the latest 
postings of young men from around the world, although most seemed to 
originate from commercial mags in Germany, Denmark, and especially the 
Netherlands.  I downloaded one entitled "tiedboy.jpg" and found myself 
staring at the screen as it slowly filled with the image of a long haired 
blond teenager tied hand and foot to a bench while some faceless man with a 
huge cock prepared to mount his ass.  The next one was "Czsex751.jpg" a 
beautiful boy of about 12 standing naked from the waist down in a forest 
somewhere pushing his erect prick down with the tip of his finger.  It 
crossed my mind that like so many things in life, looking at these for the 
first time is where most of the pleasure lay as I rarely reviewed my now huge 
collection of pictures.

Scrolling down through mostly junk posts I wondered why someone would post 
ads for a heterosexual web page on what was clearly a gay newsgroup, one 
focused on boys at that! But it was seeing one entitled "Eric1-a.jpg" that 
brought my mind to a screeching halt.  I stared at the file header for a 
short minute in shock.  Could it be? No, it couldn't, I thought.  But why 
not! was the instant mental reply to myself.  As the screen filled with the 
blackness of the initial blank page my mind whirled with thought.  I hardly 
cared that the picture was of some hairy beast at least 30 years old.  
Clearly I was excited with the thought; my dick was hard, my heart was 
pounding.......  and I knew I had the equipment.  Question was, would Eric be 
interested?!  What would we post?  Sputtering, I thought, "Hell! Everything 
with him in it would be well received!"

I leaned back in my leather chair, my mind filled not so much with a clear 
thought, but with the shear concept of showing Eric to the world!  My eyes 
darted around the darkness of the room, from the rug covered hardwood floors, 
to the mahogany shelves filled with books, to the twinkling darkness stealing 
the room's light through the French doors.  While my mind screamed with 
excitement and torn emotion, all was quiet except the soft whir of the hard 
drive in my computer.  

I was torn from my thinking by the sound of the library door being slid into 
the wall.  Eric, framed by the soft light spilling into the darkness, walked 
in.  His 15 year old body was clad in simple, faded red sweat tops and 
bottoms. His feet were bare, hands behind his back, head slightly down.  From 
the dampness of his hair, I knew he had showered.  Without saying a word he 
approached the desk where I sat.

"Eric?" I asked as he stopped a step away.  He knelt before me, head still 
down.  As he did so, the legs of his sweats pulled up a little revealing the 
black edge of ankle cuffs.  Now I knew what was on his mind. Eric's right 
hand held out a thin piece of leather with silvery snaps.  I knew it well.  I 
knew he did indeed want some special attention.  I knew it was a cock ring to 
keep me from cumming while I fucked his ass.

"Stand up." I commanded while I took the strap from him.  Turning the screen 
to face him, I showed him the picture on screen.  He knew they were there; in 
fact we sometimes looked at them together.  "Would you want to be pictured 
here?" I asked.  Eric's eyes flashed in surprise, clearly he hadn't thought 
of the idea either. A small smile crept onto his face.

"Sure...." he answered standing there.  Proof of his interest showed in his 
pants where a stiffening dick moved the material.

Standing, I silently led him over to the window.  I slid my hand underneath 
the hem of his sweat top to caress the smooth hard body within.  Finger tips 
brushed across nipples before descending to pull the top from his warm body.  
>From behind, I stepped into his young form, hugging his back into my chest, 
kissing and caressing his neck and face.  His hair was damp against my face.  
My hands massaged the muscled firmness of his ass cheeks through the soft 
cotton fabric before tugging it down.  Eric bent to step out of them while I 
stepped back to behold the uncovered magnificence before me.  Tossing the 
sweats aside, Eric turned to face me: his tan splendor reached from face to 
toes unbroken, his 15 year old prick at full attention, his young body still 
hairless save a dusting under his arms.  Only the leather cuffs on wrists and 
ankles covered his handsome beauty.  

Quietly, Eric knelt again before me, knees spread wide showing off his smooth 
crotch, hand clasped behind his back.  Only the look in his eyes was defiant 
as he softly said, "The room is ready, master."  

>From a desk drawer I pulled a black bandanna, stepping around behind him, I 
tied it across Eric's eyes.  I led Eric naked and blind folded into basement, 
past the hidden panel in into our secret space.  He walked behind me with his 
hairless cock bobbing below his bound wrists.  

Indeed the room was ready: door unlocked, candles providing light, cabinet of 
toys opened.  With a slap to the leather surface I had Eric climb into the 
sling he'd hung from chains in the middle of the room.  A stout leather 
affair, we'd used it before.  His wrists I bound above each shoulder before 
clipping each of his feet to the chain high in the air.  I tongued the 
flexing soles of each foot, suckling on toes as my hands ran over the 
smoothness of his calves and thighs before thumbing his warm crack spread 
wide by his outstretched legs; soon my cock would be buried within his 
tightness.

I selected a vibrating butt plug from the cabinet, lubed it up and stepped up 
to his hot body.  With a lubed finger I slipped into his tight ass.  Rubbing 
about, I sought his prostate while jacking his cock.  Eric began to fuck 
himself on my finger when I added a second digit to his hole.  His deep 
breathing was accented by sharp intake when I pressed the plug home, and 
again when I turned the vibrations on low.  I laid the cockring he'd brought 
me on his bare chest before whispering in his ear "I'll be right back; you're 
going to be a sight tonight!  Think about that piece of leather on your chest 
and how it will look on my cock as I fuck you."  I left him bound and 
blindfolded while I went to get the digital camera I'd bought not even a 
month ago to send pictures back from job assignments.  How convenient! I 
thought.

Returning quickly and turning up the lights some, I took several pictures of 
my bound boy; from afar with the whole room, closer focusing on Eric as he 
lay in the sling, feet and arms chained, eyes covered, mouth open, hairless 
boydick, erect nipples, slick ass filled with the tan latex plug.  My own 
cock surged with excitement.  I set the tripod up and mounted the camera, 
setting it for time delay before getting into the act.  My hands and mouth 
explored my boy's body: mouth, face, ears, I teased his erect nipples with 
fingers and mouth before attaching a gold chain with gleaming nipple clamps.  
Each event caught on digital film.  I removed the plug only to refill his 
hole with a large black dildo; Eric moaned, writhed and licked his lips as 
his body was wracked with sensual overload.  

I deliberately traced a circle on his chest around the cockring still setting 
there; letting him know what was coming next.

"What do you want, little boy?" I asked plucking the ring from his body.

"I want you!" He replied breathlessly.

"Do you want me to fuck you?"

"Yes, yes I do," he said more loudly.

"Do you remember the fist time I fucked your young ass?" I said, snapping the 
restraining ring around my hard dick, the sound clear in the small room

"Yes I do."

"Tell me about it," I commanded while removing the dildo from his ass, 
leaving his hole open, wet, and waiting for me to fill him again.

"You told me to roll over on my belly.  You held onto me, it felt like you 
were all over.  I felt your fingers in my crack and then you slowly entered 
me." He said breathing hard.  Strange, I thought, I remembered it 
differently; probably just a different focus on the same truth.  Either that 
or I was too preoccupied with his hot boy body at the time to let anything 
else into my mind.

Placing the tip of my engorged, straining cock firmly against his hole, I 
held onto his hips before asking, "How old were you that first time?"

Eric never finished the word "thirteen," because I plunged my cock deep into 
his bowels causing him to wail out, fingers twisting about the chain that 
held him.  

"You wanted the fuck of your life boy; your gonna get every inch of it 
tonight," I exclaimed, ramming my painfully erect cock deep into him.  Eric 
swung back and forth in the sling, each time impaling himself onto my ramming 
cockhead.  Pushing him away, I would exit with a sucking "ploop" sound before 
thrusting back into him.  Grabbing his ankles, I gnawed at the arch of a 
foot, fucking desperately, trying to overcome the constricting pressure of 
the cockring holding my cum in.  My hands clawed and pinched at his nipples; 
I spanked his ass at odd intervals causing his sphincter to clutch harder on 
my invading dick.  Settling down into a rhythm, I jerked his precum leaking 
cock, occasionally putting my slick fingers into his mouth to suck on.  
Between the drink I'd had earlier in the evening and the cockring snapped 
behind my balls I was lasting the longest ever while thrusting into my boy 
and lover.  It seemed like an out of body experience to hear the camera click 
and then to look down on my boy, covered in sweat, cock hard, bound, 
blindfolded, moaning loudly with each thrust.  

Soon after, I could feel his cock twitch and start to shoot his load of boy 
cum into my hand before I let go, allowing his cum to spray violently across 
his muscled chest all the way up to his face amidst moans of ecstasy.  A 
trickle of cum slid from beside his nose down toward his lips where it was 
met with his flicking tongue.  Eric's tongue met my hand as I brought more of 
his seed to his mouth.  The feel of his tongue bathing and cleaning my 
fingers sent me to final climax, so long retarded by the leather ring about 
my cock and balls.  With one last lunge I buried myself deep in Eric's 
panting body as I lay atop him, desperately holding him close to my own 
sweating body.

When I opened my eyes again and parted from his inviting body, I glanced down 
at my boy.  His ass dilated by my urgent fucking, cum trickled forth and had 
started to pool on the leather below.  Eric's chest heaved as he panted from 
sexual release.  After wiping myself off, I picked up a series of rubber 
balls on a cord, lubed them up and stepped back between Eric's legs.  Pulling 
up a chair, I sat down with my face close to his cum slimed cock.   Feeding 
his now limp dick into my mouth, my thumb began to fuck his hole while I 
sucked him clean.  It wasn't long before I had hard boy pole in my mouth 
again to my delight.  While sucking and teasing him, I slowly, gently slid 
the balls into his ass one at a time.  Once in, I got down to some serious 
sucking of this teen cock:  I sucked each of his balls, licked him like a 
lollipop, circled his crown while holding his skin taut, before engulfing him 
full length into my mouth and throat.  

Swallowing while the tip of his teen dick was just inside my throat sent him 
back over the edge of orgasm for the second time tonight;  feeling him tense, 
I pulled the first ball from the clutching confines of his well-fucked ass.  
I had to back off for fear of choking after his first shot of cum.  I pulled 
the rest of the balls out of his cum flooded hole while he shot and pumped 
boy seed into my mouth.  Swallowing, I stood, now panting myself, tasting the 
tanginess of his spunk on my tongue.

I left him on the sling, still bound and blindfolded while I cleaned up for a 
moment.  Then I wiped Eric off before unclipping his arms and legs and 
removing the cuffs.  Pulling him into my arms, I draped us both in a sheet.  
We walked together, under the sheet, him in front, and I trailing, one hand 
resting on his firm ass, while we walked upstairs to the master bath.  Only 
there did I remove his blindfold and kiss him on the lips.

"You're great.  How was that?" I asked holding him tight. I felt a deep 
breath.

"It's what I needed....It was great." Eric said back looking up at me.  His 
surging hug made me grip him all the more tightly.  Breaking apart we walked 
into the shower area to scrub away the stickiness.  Again I marveled at my 
fortune to have this handsome young man standing comfortably before me, 
naked, having just made violent love together, as my lover and my son.  

The thought of Eric as my son stopped me cold with a wave of guilt.  Only his 
turning to me and washing my body snapped me out of my thoughts.  We were 
together.  We enjoyed sex together, We enjoyed each other.  We are a 'We.'  I 
relived the joy of tracing all the subtle curves of flesh on a boy's body as 
I washed him not with a cloth, but the gentleness of my bare hands.  No 
surface untouched, from ear, to cleft between fine ass cheeks, to toes.  The 
erotic feel of his body overcame my age and brought my aching cock up hard 
again.

Eric said nothing as he knelt beneath the spray to take my cock into his hot 
mouth.  He loved to get fucked, but he also had a talented mouth.  I 
suspected his technique was getting some refinement courtesy of his friend 
Mike.  I held his head in my hands while I fucked his face. His tongue 
engulfed my prick, teasing it like an agile snake.  I caressed the smoothness 
of his cheeks, ran my hands in the short stubble of his summer hair cut, but 
it was the greenness of his eyes and half smile on his dick filled face that 
sent me over the edge.  Instead of swallowing it as usual, Eric directed my 
watery jets across his facial features.  Eyes closed against the stinging cum 
mixed with rivulets of water, he stood.  Still holding him in my hands I 
kissed and licked my seed from his nose, the velvety smoothness of his 
eyelids, smooth commanding heights of his red tinted cheeks, and warm 
softness of his lips.  My tongue on his lips slipped into his mouth as we 
melted into a deeper searching of tongues.  As we kissed, our bodies pressed 
together, my hands pulling his crotch into mine, feet battling to stand in 
the same spot as one being.

Finally breaking apart, all I could say was "Wow!"  Eric grinned, bumped his 
ass into my hip and shut the water off.  Toweling off each other in turn in 
the silence of sexual afterglow, I finally asked,

"Do you want to see the pictures?"

Eric jerked up in surprise; "Oh yeah, definitely!"

I put on a white terrycloth robe, but Eric strode naked through the house as 
we both went first to the kitchen for a snack and a drink.  "Crank up the 
computer; I'll go get the camera.  The camera download tool is called 'Pcpix' 
or something like that."  


When I met back up with Eric in the library, he was sitting in the big 
leather chair now dressed in his red sweats, same delicious feet poking out 
the bottom.  It didn't take long to have the camera plugged into the adapter 
card on the computer.  There we sat for the next hour, reviewing, naming, and 
reliving each photo.  Some of the better ones we printed out on the color 
printer; I particularly liked the one showing Eric suspended in the sling, 
with the black dildo buried in his ass; the expression on his face and body 
made the photo reflect some of the passion I had felt in him.


"Do you want to be on the Internet? In a minute guys could be looking at you 
across the world!" I said putting my hands on his shoulders from behind him.  

A pause.  "Yeah, well, I don't think anything should have our faces together 
in it.  But I'm game. Cripes, any of my friends that look at this stuff.... I 
want to know about anyway!" He said.


"Well, pick out the ones you like and let's do it." I said pulling my chair 
next to his. "I'll be interested to see what people think of you!" I said, 
grabbing his thigh.  As we finished off the evening, I enjoyed the strong 
warmth of his body next to mine, my hand on his leg, my shoulder on his, each 
bathed in the freshness following a shower.  After posting twelve shots of 
our evening adventure, we scanned the rest of the newsgroups, hung out in a 
chat room while finishing our OJ and bowls of cereal.  Finally, bored and 
tired, we agreed that it was time for bed.  Time 2 AM.


Back upstairs, it didn't take long to shed what little clothing each was 
wearing, brush our teeth, and climb into bed.  I heard Eric's breathing go 
steady and deep quickly; yet I stayed awake.  After our affair earlier in the 
evening, I thought it ironic that as I lay here, wrapped in the light touch 
of cotton sheets, caressed by cooled and filtered air, listening to the 
crickets outside, all I could think about was taking his sleeping form in my 
arms.  I needed him, his touch, the physical reassurance of his being with 
me.  I, the one who was virtually always dominant in our relationship, needed 
him very much. 

Finally temptation overwhelmed my ability to let Eric slumber on in peace.  I 
rolled over closer to him, draped one arm across his gently rising chest and 
pulled him into me.  Eric barely awoke, grumbled a bit before settling back 
down to sleep.  I was fulfilled.  To have to the warm touch of human flesh 
against mine brought me great happiness.  This was not sex; this was another 
need that had gone unfilled for so long.  So many years of being alone and 
isolated emotionally.  I fell asleep quickly after that.


Chapter 4 to follow.