Date: Wed, 28 Aug 2002 08:42:30 -0500
From: Lonnie Ford <ford_lonnie@hotmail.com>
Subject: Erik the runaway Part 2

Disclaimer:
The following writing is a work of fiction, from the mind of
me.  This will be my fourth story I have posted at
"Nifty.org" and I would like to take time to thank those who
have written and let me know they like my work.  Also I
would like to thank the fine folks at "Nifty.org" for
posting my work.  Anyway the following contains scenes of
consensual sex between a grown man and a teenager.  If you
should not be reading such material blah blah blah blah.  I
have to make it look good don't I.  Hope you enjoy my
writing.

Also check out in the incest section "My Steven" a 5-part
story,
And in the beginnings section "Jeff" and "Helping Jason"



                      Erik the runaway
                           Part 2


In the last chapter I came across the dirty young man called
Erik in a shed by the river and took him home to get him
cleaned up and found out about his past.  May I take a
moment to say that child abuse in any form is not nor will
not be tolerated in this country.  If you suspect anyone of
abusing a child please interfere and call the authorities.
With that said...


  Watching him sleep and dreaming about how good it would be
to make love to him, I shot my load in my boxers just as he
opened his eyez and looked at me while I was cumming.
"Thank God, I hadn't taken my boxers off," I thought, but I
still needed to get myself cleaned up.  "Is anything wrong
Erik?" I questioned looking totally embarrassed.

"No, I thought I heard something."   He sleepily replied.

"Everything is fine, go back to sleep and I'll turn off the
T V so it doesn't bother you.  Erik rolled back over, and
after switching off the T V I went and took a good hot
shower.  Afterward I found myself on the deck with a beer
try to get him out of my head, or the thoughts I had of him.
After what his uncle put him through, how could this work
out?  What I really needed to do was call the police, but I
had other plans for uncle.  Finishing the beer I went on to
the den and lit some candles and tried to zero in on the
uncle.  Erik had told me the address and I would find him.
Moments later I could get a good clear picture of him laying
in his bed playing with his cock.  Knowing I would have to
be careful when casting the spell so it would not come back
on me, I visualized the intent, called forth my guardian,
and it was done.

After a rather fitful sleep, I had decided to call the
police, only to finish him off.  Not the police in general,
but a good friend of mine.  I knew if I explained the
situation to Matt he would make sure he got it good.  Matt
and used to party a lot and at times still do.  He is also a
boy-lover and we have been known to share.  Matt was maybe
two years older than me and a good three inches taller.  At
6'3" he was a stud, stark blonde hair, moustache and goatee,
and bronze skin to set it off.  His eyez were that of
emeralds, and his hot lips could melt through steel.  After
talking to Matt in length about Erik he promised to take
care of things, but would give the spell a day to work.

The next few days went along pretty well without much
mention of his uncle or anything bad.  I have managed to get
to the store and buy him all sorts of clothes, shoes, and
things that a young man needs.  I had talked to Matt again
and the uncle took off, but they were looking for him.  Matt
came over and talked with Erik and got all the information
he could from him.  Erik told us that there was nothing that
he wanted from the house so we just decided to play it by
ear.  Matt told me to call my lawyer and try to start
adoption proceedings, which I did.

With no one really to contest the adoption, my lawyer said
it should go through without to much hassle, but he would
have to talk to Erik.

Friday morning came and it was time to go talk to Tom, my
lawyer.  I woke up early that morning and I was nervous, to
say the least.  Here I was less than a week after finding
Erik I was ready to become his father.  Something about the
boy made me fall in love with him.  There was something more
than magic could do.  Every night I woke up while dreaming
about making love to him, and just plain loving and
protecting him.  That particular morning with the nerves and
all I had to have a drink to calm down.  After I did my
morning chanting, I had to do something that was not really
the right thing to do, but something that had to be done.

I went to the den and lit my candles, once again, this time
for Erik.  All day yesterday, after I told him we were going
to see my lawyer today, he was sad and cried a couple of
times.  I called unto the spirits to protect Erik and me.
>From somewhere in time I heard a voice calling to me, "Fear
not my child, for we are with you and will protect you." .
A light came from nowhere and took over the entire room and
house.  I knew then that I had nothing to worry about.

Going to wake up Erik to get ready, I found him sitting up
in his bed crying once again, "Erik,"  I said sitting beside
him cradling him next to me, "What's wrong babe?"

"I don't know, yesterday it was different, but today I am
not scared to go see you lawyer."  He began wiping a tear
from his cheek.

"Then why are you crying?"

"I am just so happy, and say, and everything.  It is like a
world of emotions, I don't really know how to explain it.  I
just mainly feel happy."

With that I hugged him tightly and left him to get ready to
go.  "You don't have to go."  He said, and I sat and watched
as he dropped his boxers to go take a shower.  The feeling I
had right that moment was to put him back into his bed and
make love to his tiny frail body.  The waves in his hair,
the gleam of happiness in his eyez, the smile on his tiny
pouting lips.  The way his torso made a vee to his tiny
waist, and his semi erect boy dick bobbing up and down told
me something.  I arose and went to the kitchen this time to
get some coffee with a shot of bourbon.  `I should not think
about Erik that way' I told myself, but how could I not.  I
wanted him more than life itself, I wanted to hold him, love
him, and taste his soul.

The ride over to Tom's offing was filled with silence; I
would find out later that Erik was ashamed of getting naked
in front of me.  When we arrived and went inside, we were
greeted with the same old drab scene I had seen many times
before.  The office was decorated in early lived in.  The
furniture was drab and torn, what there was of it, the desk
had seen it's better days eons ago, and even his
receptionist was ancient, but she was timeless as Barbie.
Tom only wanted to speak to Erik, and I was forced to sit
and talk with Lilly, Lil for short.  After telling Erik it
would be OK and giving Tom a sneer, I sat next to the desk
to talk to her.  Lil was a short, wasp waisted, geriatric
vixen.  Her hair was always meticulous, she was always
dressed to the nines, her nails were perfect with a mauve
color, and her makeup was flawless.  Hell, to be 75 she was
still a good-looking dame with here silver hair and deep
clear blue eyez.  We sat and talked about flowers and
receipts until Tom stuck his head out and asked me to come
in.  Lil finished with, "Damn I wish you weren't gay."

If she only knew.  Tom met me at the door with a firm
handshake, as always.  Sitting inside looking like a scared
rabbit was Erik, in an overstuffed chair, almost lost.
There was a gentle smile on his face, and that told me that
the talk alone went well.  Tom, a short plump man in his
forties with prematurely gray hair, filled me in on what the
scoop was, and Erik and me left all smiles.

Later that afternoon, long after Tom was forgotten about, I
could tell there was something bothering him.  "OK, what's
wrong?  Tom said it should only take a week."  I questioned.

"Dan.Err. dad I'm sorry."  He stammered

"For what, as far as I know you haven't done anything."

"Bout this morning"

"What happened this morning, did you pee the bed?"  I
laughed.

"Bout getting naked in front of you."  A tear began to fall
down his cheek.

I wiped the tear and said,  "Erik babe, there is nothing to
be sorry for."  I pulled him to me and hugged him.

"Dad, you told me that you like boys.  Don't get me wrong I
wanted to be liked also."

"Erik, everything you have been through, I didn't want to
hurt you anymore than you have already been hurt.  I do like
you, I like you a lot, but I don't want to push either."

"It wouldn't be pushing if I offered.  That's why I got
naked this morning.  I want to make you happy."

With a laugh, "You do make me happy without sex.  Erik I do
love you."

With that he hugged me tighter and moved his little head to
kiss me full on the lips.  His tiny tongue brushed over my
lips, and I opened my mouth for him.  He found my tongue and
our tongues wrestled.  Breaking the kiss he said, "Make love
to me, your soon to be son."



Should I continue and do it???

To my readers:

Like previously said child abuse in this country will not
be tolerated.  In the past I have intervened and have been
able to help.  Please DO NOT go around blind, it only takes
one call to make a difference.  For those of you out there
who is into this type of man to boy relationships, and yes I
am not stupid I know U R out there, PLEASE be kind.  The man
who had me so many years ago, another story for another day,
was a savior to me.  At any rate check out my other stories
and let me know what U think.

Luv ya all.

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