xDate: Thu, 12 Jan 2012 14:57:38 -0500
From: Daddy Moose <thedaddymoose@gmail.com>
Subject: Intentional Foul

Intentional Foul
Copyright 2012 The Sinister Moose
The Author may be contacted at themoosedaddy@gmail.com

Preface: This is a work of fiction, and any similarities to persons living
or dead are purely coincidental. This work contains mature content,
revolving around a gay cross-generational relationship between an adult and
a youth. The subject matter and the fictional situation may be illegal to
possess and/or read in your country or legal jurisdiction.

Intentional Foul

I'm a three time loser. I've had my three strikes and now I'm out, so to
speak. Maybe I should explain a little better. I am 35 years old and I have
been married and divorced three times. Each time I decided to get married,
a few of my friends gathered, in a futile attempt to talk me out of it. Of
course I was too stubborn because I thought I was in love, so I would say
"I Do" and actually meant it, for a little while at least.

Everyone started calling me a serial monogamist, and said I should be
locked away to prevent me from getting married again. In fact, the biggest
reason I get married is because I hate the thought of being alone. I know
guys aren't supposed to feel that way, but I'm a very insecure person. I
suppose insecure is putting it mildly. I'm painfully shy, frequently prone
to anxiety attacks and can't stand to be around more than five people at
once. I do enjoy sports, but only sports that can be played with a few
people. I like golf, cause I can play by my self. I like one on one
basketball as well. I frequently take my vacations where I can hike and
camp alone, even though I would rather have someone with me.

I've always considered myself straight, but not narrow. I mean, like most
curious boys, I experimented with my friends and cousins when I was a kid,
and the thought of sex with a guy doesn't bother me today. Usually when
browsing porn on the internet, it doesn't matter to me if it's straight
porn or gay porn, and I have my fair share of gay fantasies, but I never
considered having a long term gay relationship. Now that I think about it,
a gay relationship may have lasted longer than any of my straight
relationships, simply because I always felt there was something missing in
all three of my marriages.

After my third divorce, about six months ago, I did something I never
imagined I would do. I immediately went to a local tattoo and piercing shop
and got two tattoos and three piercings. I'm the kind of person that won't
take my shirt off in front of other people because I'm so shy, so I never
expected anyone to see my piercings. I'm in very good shape but because I'm
6 foot 4 inches tall I look skinny. I'm also pretty pale under my clothes,
because I rarely take my clothes off to get a tan. The tattoos I got are on
the outside of my legs. They run from about three inches below my waist to
my knees. I actually drew the concepts and the tattoo artist did a
fantastic job. They're both winged dragons with a very Japanese look to
them. The heads of the dragons end at my knees, and in in one of those UV
black lights the eyes of the dragons glow bright red and they're outlined
in fine lines of fluorescent green. The piercings I got were pretty
simple. I had both nipples pierced and had a prince albert done, the one
where a ring is put through the bottom of my dick, and comes out the piss
slit. A friend I told about the PA piercing immediately said it was
something only gay guys do. It was the least painful thing I had done that
day.

I don't want this to sound like some cheesy personal ad on one of those
online dating sites but I think it's important for anyone to understand a
lot about me before I go on with this story. I'm not rich by any stretch of
the imagination. I work a shitty 9 to 5 job, and barely make enough money
to afford the rent on my run-down apartment. My car is a worn out piece of
shit that barely takes me to work and back. Every time I got divorced I
gave up, pretty much everything including credit. My credit is so bad I
can't buy half a glass of water without a fifty-percent down payment. I
live in a very low-rent section of town in an apartment complex that's not
fit for human habitation, but it's out of the way and actually all the
people that live there are hard working, but poor like me.

The only thing that makes my apartment complex perfect for me, is that it's
less than a mile from a public golf course and only a mile and a half from
work. I love playing golf. It also has a basketball court that was
converted from a tennis court, because none of the tenants played tennis.

To describe my apartment as sparse is an understatement. I have a couch I
picked up from Goodwill and a table that I pieced back together when I
found it broken in two pieces, ready for the garbage truck. I did manage to
save enough money to buy a decent bed at a used furniture store where I
bought my T.V. In truth the only nice thing in my apartment is my computer
and the computer desk. I'm a pretty big geek and if I splurge on anything
it is my computer equipment.

My daily routine for the last four months has consisted of; waking up,
showering, going to work, coming home, playing an MMORPG and going to
bed. The weather is starting to warm up a little outside, so yesterday I
spent two hours shooting hoops alone. It kind of sucks because there isn't
a net so when I make a basket, I have to chase the ball all over the place.

I had been on the court for about thirty minutes when one of the kids from
one of the nearby apartments came over and started watching me. He sat on
the grass with his legs crossed and never said a word. I was just shooting
randomly and dribbling around. One of my shots was a brick that bounced off
the outside of the hoop and sailed his direction. He scrambled to his feet
and quickly retrieved the ball. He started to pass me the ball when I
stopped him.

"Go ahead and shoot." I said waving a hand at the hoop and smiling at him.

He didn't say a word, but dribbled the ball onto the court and made a
perfect jump shot from the top of the key. I would have said, "Nothin' but
net", but the hoop didn't have a net on it.

I snagged the ball, passed it to him and said, "Nice shot, can you do it
again?"

He got a sheepish grin on his face and said "From where?"

"Anywhere you want." I said, a little surprised at his confidence.

He dribbled the ball over to the free-throw line and made another perfect
basket. I was really impressed that he could shoot that well, and I kept
returning the ball and he would move to a different spot and sink another
one. Out of ten shots he sank nine of them. He was clearly better than I
was, and was about two feet shorter. At about 4 foot 6 inches it was really
fun to watch him shoot baskets. His shoes looked two sizes too big, and the
t-shirt he was wearing would have probably fit me better. His skin was dark
like he had a good tan, but it must have been natural because we hadn't had
that much sun this time of year. He was also wearing cut off blue jeans
that were cut off at his knee. What struck me most about him was his hair
and eyes. His hair was short, straight and light brown, but his eyes were
really bright green.

"Wanna play a game of horse?" I asked him, figuring he would probably beat
me pretty easily.

"Sure." He said.

"I'm Joe, it's nice to meet you." I said while offering my hand for him to
shake.

"I'm Eric." He said shaking my hand, and then adding, "You wanna go first?"

"Nah, I better see what I'm up against." I said laughing.

He stepped up to the free-throw line and sank a one handed shot. I followed
suit and nearly missed my shot. I was glad I made it because I've always
sucked at free-throws. After playing for a few minutes we were tied because
neither of us had missed. We were 5 shots into the game and Eric made what
he called a trick shot by slamming the ball on the free-throw line and
bouncing it right into the basket. Naturally I missed and got my "h". He
quickly made another difficult shot, and missed. It was getting pretty
obvious that I didn't have any hope of making a shot more difficult than he
could make, so I just tried one from the three point line, which he made.

In a matter of minutes, I had "h o r s" and he only had "h". Then he did
something I've never been brave enough to do. Eric pulled his t-shirt off
and used it as a sling, cradling the ball and while I watched with my mouth
hanging open, he managed to sink the basket. I was standing there, looking
amazed, and knew I didn't have a chance of making the shot.

Eric started laughing and said, "All right, now you gotta try it."

In my mind I was shouting, "Oh shit!" over and over again because I didn't
want to take my shirt off. I watched as he tossed his shirt over his
shoulder and went to sit down in the grass beside the court. While this
internal battle with my shyness was going on, I noticed something
else. Eric was stunningly beautiful, and I had never had that kind of
thought about a boy.  Standing there, on the basketball court I was trying
to find a way to get out of taking my shirt off, but Eric was watching me
and then started to heckle me, calling me a chicken. I always had a problem
with someone calling me a chicken, it usually made me do stupid things
without thinking. Which I did.

I pulled my t-shirt off, and tried to cradle the basketball like Eric had,
when he got up and came over to me.

"Here, I'll show you how it's done." He said, taking my shirt and the ball
from me. He worked his magic on the ball and my t-shirt and handed it back
to me. That's when he noticed.

"Wow! Did those hurt?" Eric said pointing at my nipple piercings.

I immediately became self conscious and in order to get my shirt back on I
tried flipping the ball at the hoop. I missed it by a mile. After pulling
my shirt back on I said, "Yeah, they hurt a lot. More than my tattoos."

"Tattoos? Can I see?" Eric said, already looking for any visible sign of
tattoos.

I reached down and pulled up the leg on my shorts, exposing the dragon on
my left leg.

"That is awesome!" Eric said squatting down to get a better look.

"I have one on the other leg too." I said, turning and pulling my shorts
up.

It never really bothered me to show someone my tattoos. I was pretty proud
of them, but I usually wore shorts that stopped at the knee so they really
couldn't be seen. I pulled my shorts up high enough to almost make the
whole tattoo visible, but I stopped before hiking my shorts up to my
underwear.

Eric eyed the tattoos for a long time, and said, "What do they say? Is that
Chinese?" while pointing at the Japanese characters intertwined with the
dragons.

"They both say Evil Genius, but they're two different forms of
Japanese. Kanji and Katakana." I said by way of an explanation.

While I was explaining the writing on my legs, I suddenly realized I was
getting aroused from showing Eric my tattoos. I was going to have to change
the subject, or my erection would suddenly be visible through my shorts. I
dropped the leg on my shorts and started to retrieve the basketball.

"Got any more?" Eric said looking up at me excitedly.

"Nope those are the only ones." I responded hoping he wouldn't ask about
piercings, because I was not going to mention my prince albert piercing.

His curiosity seemed to be satisfied and my arousal started to subside, so
we kept shooting baskets until it had gotten dark. I told him I had to get
a bite to eat and get to bed before it got too late since I had to work
tomorrow. He thanked me for playing and asked if I would be out tomorrow
afternoon and I told him I might.

"See ya around Eric." I said leaving the court and headed for my apartment.

"See ya tomorrow, maybe you'll be able to beat me." Eric said laughing as
he left.

I watched him walk away out of the corner of my eye and I started thinking
things that I had never imagined. Something inside me said that I didn't
want to beat him in basketball, but I wanted to take him into my apartment
and do all kinds of things to him. I barely made it back to my apartment
door before I was fully aroused, I kept imagining how beautiful he would
look naked, and how fun it would be to make him orgasm. I couldn't get
these thoughts out of my head, and I ended up masturbating in the
shower. Even after masturbating I couldn't get the thought of what I would
like to do with Eric out of my head. I microwaved a frozen dinner and sat
at the computer playing a game while I ate. I played until well past
midnight and finally made it to bed, momentarily distracted from thinking
about him while I played the game.

As soon as my head hit the pillow Eric was right back into my thoughts. I
ended up masturbating again and finally falling asleep, but even sleep
couldn't keep my mind away from Eric. My dream was full of sexual images
and they mostly involved Eric. The alarm clock finally woke me up and I
rolled out of the bed and made my way to the bathroom. Taking a leak was a
challenge because I had an intense erection, but it finally happened. I
stepped into shower and made a quick pass at the important parts, just
enough to feel clean for work. I got dressed and made a pot of coffee that
was strong enough to wake the dead and turned on the T.V. to check the
weather. According to the toothy smile of the weather reporter, it was
going to be another nice day.

I made it to work on time, and settled into my cubical. Everyone around me
had decorated their cubicles with beanie babies and pictures of kittens
clinging to tree limbs or pictures of their last vacation but I wasn't the
kind of person that wanted to decorate my work space. The life sucking
florescent lighting overhead, buzzed at a frequency that made my teeth
hurt, and the cubical walls were a beige color that simply looked like they
were dirty. It was just a job, and I knew any attempt to personalize my
space would only make me hate my cubicle more.

I didn't hate the job, but no one really wants to work. One good thing
about today, it was pay day in the middle of the month, which meant I could
blow a little of this money without having to worry about paying bills. I
got right to work, processing the endless flow of insurance forms that
seemed to materialize on my desk. It was tedious, but that just meant that
my mind could wander without fear of screwing up something important. I was
a low level data entry clerk, and never had to deal with anyone directly. I
was thankful that I never had to take phone calls from any of our
customers, because the people that usually called in, were generally bent
out of shape.

The other "good thing" about today was that I would get to see Eric this
afternoon. That thought leaped into my mind and like a dog snapping at a
pork chop bone, I was back to thinking about Eric. I almost immediately got
an erection. I would be okay sitting at my desk, working. But if I had to
get up for any reason, I was going to have a huge trouser tent. I tried
desperately to think of other things, and it helped a little, but I was
still about "half mast" when the pay check lady strolled by and stuck her
cheerful face in my cubical. Her name was Suzanne.

"Here ya go hun." She said with her exaggerated southern drawl. "So, do you
have any big plans this weekend?"

I tried to act like I was so engrossed in what I was doing that I couldn't
spare the time to turn around and chat. I managed to only turn the upper
part of my body, keeping my trouser tent hidden under the desk and I
mumbled "Thanks" taking my paycheck and then said, "No big plans, but I may
play a little golf."

"Well hun, you need to go out and have some fun, now that you're single
again. You need to find you a good woman that'll take care of you."
Suzanne drawled on in a voice that dripped sugar and implied that every man
should have a woman to take care of them.

"Thanks Suzanne, but you know what they say, three strikes and your out." I
said while chuckling, and finding that my erection had finally
disappeared. "Besides, I'm apparently difficult to get along with, ask any
of my ex-wives."

"Well, my daddy always said, if at first you don't succeed, try try again,
but after three or four you ought to quit, 'cause there's no sense in being
a damn fool about it." Suzanne let out a laugh that could peel wallpaper
off the walls.

I laughed with her, and she finally left. I was relieved by her leaving for
two reasons. The first was that she caused me to lose my erection
completely, and the second reason was because she reminded me a lot of my
second wife. There was only so much of that over-friendly southern-belle
bullshit that I could take. I turned back around and opened my check to
find a note tucked inside, from the president of the company. It read
simply, "See me this afternoon before you leave." and it was signed Steven
Addler.

"Damnit!" I said out loud, a little louder than I intended.

From across the cubical wall in front of me came, "Something wrong Joe?" It
was the voice of Greg, the closest thing to a friend I had at the
office. He was also divorced, but seriously in the market for his next
wife.

"Apparently Addler wants to see me this afternoon." I said in response.

"Don't sweat it, it's probably just a performance review. It's not like
he's gonna ask you to work this weekend." Greg said, trying to be helpful.

I worked through lunch and the rest of the afternoon, and managed to get
through the pile of forms in my in-box, I was proud of the fact that I had
managed to get everything done. I was still worrying about my meeting with
Addler, but it distracted me from thinking about Eric. I turned my terminal
off and got up to leave, when I turned around Greg was standing right
behind me.

"Dude!, You look like you're about to die. Chill out, I'm sure it's no big
deal." Greg said when he saw my face.

"Ya know, if I loose this job I'm homeless, but thanks for the concern. I'm
sure you're right, it's no big deal." I said and moved passed Greg into the
corridor.

I made my way to Addler's office and his secretary said it would be a
couple of minutes before I could go in. I sat down in one of the available
chairs and waited. A few minutes later while I was inspecting the leaves on
a nearby fake plant, a woman came out of Addler's office. I recognized her
as a co-worker and she didn't seem to be in a bad mood, so maybe she hadn't
been fired. I nodded my head and said hi to her and she smiled and left the
receptionists office.

"Go on in Joe." Mr. Addler's secretary said waving a hand at the door.

I stood up and straightened my shirt, and opened the door to his office. He
immediately greeted me and asked me to sit.

"Do you realize what today is Joe?" Addler asked without preamble.

"No, sir." I said, while trying to think of why this day was more important
than any other.

"Well, you've been here 5 years, and you've religiously shown up every day
without all the bullshit excuses I get from most people. Your work is
excellent and it's time for another raise, and a promotion." He said.

I was so relieved I almost slid out of the chair. "Thank you, sir. I wasn't
really sure what was wrong." I said.

"Good lord, nothing is wrong. Here's the situation in a nutshell. You
should have been given raises over the last three years, but to be
perfectly honest, we dropped the ball. You should have gotten this
promotion at least a year ago, and we're going to make that right. Starting
next week, your going on salary at $63,000 per year, and here's a check for
amount of the raises we shorted you. Think of it as back-pay. Your new
title is manager of the data entry department. It's the least we could
do. You're a valuable member of the team here, and we want to keep you."
Addler said handing me a check.

Taking the check from him I said, "I really don't know what to say. I'll
try not to screw things up. Thank You." I glanced at the check and it was
for just over seventy-five hundred dollars. I suppose my eyes got as big as
saucers and my mouth dropped open. I gasped, "Wow!"

"Now, along with that you also get three full weeks of paid vacation each
year, and with your new position you get your own office with a view, it's
not much more than a view of the parking lot, but it's a window and
sunlight at least. So what I need you to do, is get out of here and go have
some fun. The vacation time is paid so you won't be out any money. When
would you like to take your vacation time?" Addler asked me.

"Um," I mumbled and thought for a few minutes finally saying half jokingly,
"Would next week be too early? I don't want to put anyone else in a bind."

"Not a problem. You want to take the full three weeks, or part of it?"

"I wouldn't know what to do with myself for three weeks. Just next week,
for now." I said, still a little dazed by the whole situation.

"Go! Get the hell out of here, and we'll expect to see you Monday after
next." Addler stood and stuck his hand out for me to shake.

I shook it and turned to leave.

"Oh, and one more thing Joe. Maybe you should think about fixing up that
heap of junk you drive to work, or hell, better yet, buy another car." He
said laughing. "Your car is junking up my parking lot."

I'm sure I blushed a little because I was always embarrassed by the pile of
shit I drove.

"It's on the list Mr. Addler, believe me. Thanks again." I said and left
his office.

In his secretary's office I heard him tell her to put me down as out on
vacation next week.

Before I got to the door she said, "Have fun Joe."

I thanked her and floated out into the corridor like I was on cloud nine. I
don't even remember making my way to the exit, but I was stopped by Greg
who hit me with a barrage of questions.

"It's crazy. I got a promotion, my own office, I'm on salary and an extra
week of vacation." I said to Greg, still a little stunned. I paused for a
few seconds and added, "I think I'm your boss now."

Greg took a drag off his cigarette and said, "Congratulations. That's great
man, I knew you weren't in trouble. So when you going on vacation? And
where?"

"I'm going to take next week off. I'm not sure where I'll go." I said
laughing, "Maybe I'll go to Disney World."

"Screw that, you need to hit one of the beaches. Just acres and acres of
the next Mrs. Joe, just waiting to make you a happy man." Greg said
laughing.

"I think I'll just have to pass, I'm not really a fan of sand. Besides I'm
a rich man now," I said waving the check in the air. "and I don't have to
share this with anyone for a change."

"Yeah, I hear that. Well, have fun next week where ever you end up." Greg
said patting me on the shoulder and simultaneously stubbing his cigarette
out in the sand-filled ash tray.

"See ya in a week. Try to make it through without me." I said heading to my
car.

My mind was racing with ideas on how to spend the bonus check. I thought
about buying the fastest computer I could get my hands on, or buying a
motorcycle. I thought about buying everything I had ever wanted, and
realized that it would be foolish to really piss this money away. I drove
to the bank and put both the bonus check, and my paycheck in at the same
time. It was the first time my bank account had ever had more than a
thousand dollars in it and the teller was actually very nice to me for a
change.

I thought about what Addler had said about my car and I decided to do a
little car shopping on my way home. I drove along the streets and slowed
down at each little car lot looking at the prices scrawled on the
windshields in bright colors. Most of them had $500 down and only $50 per
week, and there were some decent cars, but I was sure to get robbed at
these buy-here pay-here car lots, unless I offered to pay cash up front. I
got a little discouraged and decided to treat myself to a nice dinner at my
favorite sushi bar. I quickly went home and changed into more comfortable
clothes, which amounted to shorts and a t-shirt. I didn't see Eric, but I
found myself looking for him on the way back out to my car.

The sushi bar I loved was a little hole in the wall and looked to be a
filthy place from the outside, but inside it was clean and always had the
freshest sushi in town. The sushi chef that owned and ran the place, always
recognized me and even took the time to remember my name. When I walked in
and sat down, he would automatically start fixing my favorite salad, made
of cucumber slivers, little crunchy tempura crumbs and diced raw tuna with
an incredibly hot red sauce drizzled over the top. I ordered my usual as
well as a little extra and he set to work immediately.

I was one of the few Americans that dared to come in the place. The town
had a pretty large Japanese population and there was always a loud drunken
crowd of Japanese guys in the karaoke room, drinking and singing. They had
the drinking down to an art, but none of them could sing worth a shit. I
would be sitting there eating my food, and inevitably one of the drunken
singers would stagger up to the bar and order a huge pile of sushi to take
back into the karaoke room. The Japanese always looked at me, like I didn't
belong there, and I could tell they would ask Okubo-san, the sushi chef,
"Who's the gaijin?" meaning "Who's the foreigner?" in Japanese. Okubo
always stuck up for me and would tell them to shut up and go back to
drinking. The only way I knew how these conversations went was because I
had been learning Japanese, and Okubo would tell me what they said
afterwards. To me, he would call them rude and disrespectful, and
drunkards, but he would always add that they have money, and aren't afraid
to spend it.

This day was no different. When Okubo handed me my large plate of sashimi
and nigiri sushi, an exceptionally small Japanese guy stumbled up to the
bar and bumped into me. He was clearly drunk out of his mind, and didn't
seem to notice that he impacted anything or anyone. He started slurring his
order, and suddenly Okubo slapped the flat part of his sushi knife on the
cutting board making an incredible cracking noise. The little drunk's eyes
opened very wide and Okubo let him have it in a string of staccato Japanese
that sounded bad, even though I only caught about every other word. The
rant lasted quite a while and Okubo turned really red in the face while
waving his deadly sharp sushi knife in the air, and pointing it at the
little drunk Japanese guy.

After a few seconds, the little drunk started hanging his head in shame,
and he turned to me bowing at the waist, in broken English that was made
all the worse because he was drunk, he said, "I make the offer most sincere
apologies sir. I have being very rude, and I beg forgiveness at you."

"It's okay." I said looking sideways at him. "No harm was done."

"Domo Arigato." the little drunk replied bowing his head again.

Okubo said something to the little drunk, and his head quickly shot up and
looked at Okubo. The little drunk looked panic stricken, went very pale and
backed away, quickly disappearing into the karaoke room.

I asked Okubo, "What did he just say?"

"It is nothing, he thinks you are Yakuza. He saw your tattoos." Okubo
replied grinning.

"What the hell is Yakuza?"

Okubo laughed and with a smirk on his face, said "Japanese Mafia."

"What the hell would make him think that?" I said looking at Okubo.

"I may have implied it to him, and there are those tattoos on your legs."
Okubo said while laughing and then asked, "Are you saying you're not a
Master of Evil?"

I laughed, and said, "I was told the Kanji read "Evil Genius", and I'm not
Yakuza."

"It can be read in many different ways, but in combination with the
dragons, it implies that you are a Dragon Master of ill intent." Okubo said
while slicing more sashimi.

"I guess I didn't think about it before I had the tattoos done. The guy
that did the translation, said it was Evil Genius." I said around a mouth
full of tuna.

"It's okay to let them think that. They will show you nothing but respect
from now on." Okubo said with a sly grin.

"It's a strange little world you come from Okubo-san." I said, shaking my
head and chuckling.

"Yes, I suppose San Francisco is a strange place, compared to Kentucky."
Okubo replied.

It took a few seconds for that to register, and I looked at him with a
puzzled look on my face.

Okubo shrugged and said, "My family moved to America when I was 12 years
old. I consider myself to be an American, I was raised here after all."

I finished eating and I happened to notice that the karaoke room had gotten
very quiet. I was finishing off my last piece of sushi, washing it down
with my last swallow of beer, when a different Japanese man, this one much
older than the first, came up behind me and stood quietly. I didn't know he
was even there, until Okubo pointed over my shoulder.

"Can I help you?" I said looking over my shoulder at him.

"I wish to apologize for my friend, and offer to pay for your meal if you
will allow it." The new guy said.

"You don't have..." I started, but I was interrupted by a grunt from Okubo
who was nodding his head at me. "Okay, sure. You are welcome to pay for my
food."

The man thanked me in Japanese, and bowed while backing up, eventually
disappearing in to the karaoke room. I looked at Okubo accusingly and shook
my head.

"It's not necessary, really." I said to Okubo.

"Hmmmph. They come here, and run all my American customers off with their
disrespect. They need to learn that they are not in Japan and they are the
gaijin here. It will do them good." Okubo said.

"Well, I don't want to ruin their party. They were just having fun and
blowing off steam."

"They will start again when you are gone, but they will think twice before
disrespecting anyone sitting here." Okubo said with that same sly grin. He
was obviously getting some perverse pleasure out of putting these guys in
their place.

I dropped a $20 bill into Alex's tip jar, thanked him. On the way out the
door Okubo nearly shouted at my back, "You come back every day to bring me
peace and quiet." as he waved.

I was pretty sure, as the door shut behind me, that Okubo had just used me
in some way. I was hoping he hadn't set me up for trouble in the future. If
the Japanese mafia was anything like the American mafia, they don't take
kindly to people posing as one of their own, but I was full, and decided to
head home. On the drive there, I started looking forward to seeing Eric
again, and I almost immediately pitched a tent in my shorts. This was a
problem I was going to have to work on. I had always had pretty bad
self-control when it came to getting an erection, and somewhere deep
inside, I knew I shouldn't be having these feelings for a boy. But damn, I
couldn't help myself. I was so attracted to him, I couldn't avoid thinking
about him.

I made it home and had distracted myself with thoughts of buying a car long
enough to lose my hard-on. As soon as I got out of the car Eric was
standing there waving at me. This time he had a basketball and was already
shirtless. I waved back at him, and locked my car, trying to mentally
prepare myself to avoid another erection. I kept telling myself that I
shouldn't be having these thoughts about him, and that he wouldn't feel the
same way about me so it was pointless for me to want anything more from
him.

"Ready for another game?" Eric asked smiling.

"Do you mean, am I ready for another beat down like yesterday?" I asked him
walking toward him.

"I'll go easy on you." He said dribbling the ball.

I managed to keep my shirt on through the whole game but he won, quickly. I
was amazed at how humble he was about winning, he never talked smack, or
cheered for himself. We tried a little one on one, and it was a pretty even
match if I used my height against him, but he was still incredibly quick. I
managed to win the one on one, but only by a basket. I was very full of
sushi, and worn down from the day's excitement. After playing for a couple
of hours I decided I needed a break.

"I think I'm going to have to quit for the evening. It's been a long day,
and I'm pretty tired." I said standing bent over with my hands on my knees
trying to catch my breath.

He mumbled something I couldn't hear.

"What was that?" I said looking at him suspiciously.

"I said, you're wussing out." He responded grinning from ear to ear. His
face lit up when he grinned or smiled. He was really beautiful, and before
my mind started drifting towards sex, I had to distract my self.

"Alright hot shot. Bring it." I said standing up and motioning for him to
inbound the ball.

He passed it to me and I passed it back. He drove at me like an NBA all
star and ran right into me with his shoulder. I covered him up and kept
moving my arms so he couldn't get a shot. He didn't back down at all. He
turned his back to me and kept dribbling and backing up, looking over his
shoulder for a shot. I reached over him to swipe at the ball and
unintentionally gave him the opening he was looking for. He twisted around
me and was free, laughing like crazy he sank a shot, and for the first
time, he celebrated his victory.

"You're just too slow." He said dribbling the ball and strutting around
while laughing.

I had to quickly turn away from him, when I realized that my dick was
hard. I managed to quickly adjust myself and held my erection against my
stomach with the waist band of my underwear and shorts. The little bit of
contact we had made while playing had gotten me fired up again. I wanted to
touch him so bad that I was aching inside. I turned back around to find him
sitting on the basketball staring at me. I went back to a stooped over
position resting my hands on my knees, panting to catch my breath.I didn't
think about the position I had put myself in, because my t-shirt was loose
and sagging from sweat. I was too distracted because I could see into his
shorts which were hanging loosely around his legs. He didn't have any
underwear on and I could see his dick. I had to quickly get my mind off of
him, I had to stare at the concrete of the court to keep from starting at
him.

"What's the matter big guy? Am I too fast for you?" Eric stood and laughed.

"Alright pip-squeak, you'll not do that again." I said while chuckling, and
motioning for him to throw me the ball. I was hoping I could distract
myself by playing basketball, but it's what had gotten me into this
predicament in the first place.

He inbounded the ball to me and then stole the ball from me in a matter of
seconds, and this time I was all over him like hair on a gorilla, I was
trying to be a wall between him and the basket. He turned and backed into
me again looking for an opening that I was determined not to give him. This
time I was in real trouble. My hard-on was straining against the waist band
of my underwear and pushing them out, along with my shorts and the bottom
of my shirt. I had to keep him covered, but I had to keep my dick from
rubbing against his back. He kept backing up, and every time he got against
me, I'm sure he felt my erection because I couldn't get out of the way fast
enough. The third time he got against my raging hard-on he stopped and
stepped away.

He turned around slowly and with his eyes wide looking at my erection
bulging the top of my shorts, and the bottom of my shirt out. He looked up
at me and said, "You okay dude?"

I was mortified. I could feel my face going bright red. I immediately went
back to my hands on knees position bending over at the waist to try and
hide my arousal. My mind was racing trying to come up with an excuse and
after a few seconds of trying to regain control of myself, breathing hard,
I said, "Sorry, I had sushi today..." I stopped to catch my breath, "All
this exercise... I've sort of gotten fired up..." my voice trailed off when
I realized how stupid it sounded.

Amazingly Eric started dribbling the ball around and said, "No big deal, it
happens to me all the time. I was afraid I had fouled you pretty bad there,
or somethin'." finishing with a little laugh.

I thought to myself, `Well hell, the cat's not completely out of the bag' I
started thinking of ways to salvage this situation when he dribbled closer
to me, and looked straight down the neck opening of my shirt that was
hanging slack enough so that from his point of view, he could see straight
down to my now throbbing erection sticking out of the top of my shorts.

I suddenly realized what he was doing, and I panicked. Before I could stand
up and prevent him from seeing my pierced cock, he said, "That must have
hurt a lot too."

Desperately wanting to avoid answering his question, I acted like I didn't
know what he was talking about, "Nah, seriously, you didn't foul me."

"I ain't talking about that, I was talking about having that ring put in
the end of your...thing." He said casually gesturing toward my dick.

"I...um...well..." I stammered for a response that would maybe play this
situation off. "It was kind of supposed to be a secret, no body was
supposed to see it really. My, um... thing is kind of uncontrollable
sometimes, I..."

"My dad used to say they have a mind of their own." Eric said looking me in
the eye and grinning.

I laughed then responded, "I think your dad was right, mine certainly seems
to."

We both laughed for a few seconds and Eric said, "Want to keep playing?"

I thought to my self, Oh I want to play, but not basketball. Aloud I said,
"I'm game, but you might need to avoid fouling me." ending with a chuckle.

We played another game of horse, after I tried repositioning my dick so it
wouldn't show as badly, which didn't seem to help at all. We played horse
and about half way through the game, I slowly began to notice Eric stealing
glances at the bulge my still hard dick was making. I didn't want to
embarrass him so I didn't mention it. My mind kept racing with thoughts of
touching Eric, and that certainly didn't help my predicament. After the
game of horse, I decided that I would call it a night and go masturbate to
end my misery.

"It's gettin' kind of late, I should probably get inside." I said.

"Oh, well okay." Eric responded letting his disappointment show on his
face. Then he blurted, "I've got a playstation if you want to play
sometime."

"Oh, um, I probably..." I started before he interrupted me.

"I've got a bunch of games, and mom won't care." He said pleadingly.

"What about your dad?" I asked.

"Oh, he's gone. He left about a year ago. Mom says he's a drunk and is
probably laying in a ditch somewhere." Eric said, with no hint of remorse
in his voice.

"I didn't know, I'm sorry."

"It's no big deal. It doesn't bother me anymore."

"I don't think it would look very good if I show up at your place with a
boner though." I said laughing a little.

Eric chuckled and said, "Yeah, mom would probably be all over you."

I was startled by his comment and laughed nervously. Eric didn't seem to be
phased by his father leaving, and the blunt way he talked about sexual
matters was a little surprising. I wanted desperately to take him to my
place and spend a few hours alone with him. I had been avoiding looking at
him as much as I could in the hope that I could distract myself from
thinking about all the things I would love to do to him. It was a strange
desire and I felt guilty for having it, but it didn't ease the desire in
the slightest. Just before I spoke to him I turned and looked at him and to
my shock I saw he was pitching a tent of his own. My eyes locked on his
dick involuntarily and I felt a new surge of desire flow through me. I
wanted him so badly I was physically quivering all over.

"I should probably..." I started, and then stammered a little, "I...uh...I
really should go inside."

Eric grinned and his grin had a slight wickedness to it, "Yeah, I'm going
to have to go jack off too."

Every last shred of self control I had flew right out of the window. I
nearly had an orgasm when he said that. I didn't think my desire for him
could grow any more, but here I was starting to tremble a little more. I
would never have imagined that I would have thoughts like this, and
certainly never for a boy so young. I was about to say something that would
probably get me into deep trouble, serious trouble, when Eric once again
shocked me.

"I guess it must have been seeing you sporting wood. Mine has a mind of
it's own to." Eric said not hiding the fact that he was now staring at my
hard-on as if he could see right through my clothes.

Something in me snapped, and I said, "I guess you could come to my
apartment." I was shaking from nervousness and sexual tension. I knew I
shouldn't have said it, and I wasn't sure how he would react. he could have
been playing me, and looking for an excuse to get me in trouble.

A broad grin spread across his face, "You got any porno? I got a couple of
magazines my big brother left when he took off, I could go get `em. They
might not be your kind of stuff, but we used to jerk off to them all the
time."

I was fully overloaded. I wasn't thinking clearly, and it took me a minute
or so, before what he had said registered in my brain. I finally pulled
myself together enough to answer him, "I've got some stuff, but mostly it's
on the computer."

Again his face lit up like the noon day sun, and he said, "Wait right here,
I'll be right back." he took off running. I watched him disappear into one
of the other apartment buildings, and my mind started swirling around with
conflicting desires and the absurdity of the whole situation. I was
standing there in the nearly complete darkness, only lit by a single
halogen flood light, with a raging erection, sweat soaked clothes hanging
limply except where my erection pressed against them, and I was waiting for
a boy to come back and meet me with some porn, so we could go back to my
apartment and masturbate. I wasn't even sure how old he was. I was guessing
he was about 13 or 14, but I couldn't tell. My mind was screaming at me,
telling me to not do this, telling me that this was a bad idea. My dick on
the other hand was aching for release. I was still right in the middle of
this internal battle, when Eric returned with a backpack.

"Let's go." Eric chirped.

After looking for any excuse I could find to get him alone, I was now
afraid I wouldn't be able to control myself once alone with him. We started
walking toward my apartment and inside, I was still in this battle between
my sexual urges, and the fact that he was a boy. I could never imagine
hurting him, but I was drawn back to my experiences when I was younger, it
was okay at the time to experiment and play with boys my own age, but the
thought of an older guy doing those kinds of things with a boy. We would
have called the older guy a pervert. My mind screamed at me telling me I
was acting like a pervert. The whole world would know, there wouldn't be
any way to hide the fact that I had become sexually attracted to this
boy. I would undoubtedly be labeled a pedophile and sex criminal and I
would no doubt go to prison for the rest of my life. My mind was telling me
to stop this before it got out of hand, but my throbbing erection was
leading me to my apartment with this boy walking along beside me. I was
going to get him naked and satisfy him sexually if he wanted it, or if he
would allow me. I wasn't going to force myself on him. I couldn't imagine
making him do something he didn't want to do. My mind was still gibbering
away that this was wrong on a lot of levels, but I didn't care.

We were about a quarter of the way back to my apartment, when Eric said,
"My big brother and me used to do stuff all the time. It was fun, but we
had to keep it a secret. It'll be fun to have someone to play with."

"I... Um, well," I wasn't sure what to say, I was only half paying
attention, I finally just asked, "What kind of stuff did you use to do?"

"Oh, we did everything. He was the one that found these dirty mags in dad's
car one night. Dad used to sneak into our bedroom and do all kinds of stuff
with my brother. Dad always thought I was asleep, but I used to watch."
Eric confessed.

I was on full tilt. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I knew this kind
of stuff went on in the world, and I had always had some deep fantasies
about my dad when I was pretty young, but I had always been taught that it
was wrong to have those fantasies, and I guess I just put them out of my
mind. Eric was just blatantly honest about it, he didn't seem to have any
embarrassment about it. I was the one who was having the difficult time
grasping the situation.

Nearly to my apartment, I wasn't sure how to respond to Eric, I was still
in a little bit of shock, as I fumbled for my key. I unlocked my apartment
door and we went in. Eric, immediately went to the couch, and dropped the
backpack on the coffee table. He unzipped it and started fishing for
something.

I locked the door behind me, and was about to sit down in the chair at my
computer, when Eric said, "See if you like any of these. Handing me three
or four magazine."

I sat down on the couch instead, not that close to him, and obviously not
close enough to satisfy him, so he slid closer to me, practically in my
lap. I could feel the warmth of his body touching me. My eyes nearly rolled
back in my head, I was obviously going insane, this couldn't possibly be
happening to me. I fully expected to wake up from this dream any minute.

I took the magazines and my jaw dropped open when I saw the cover on the
top. I was expecting Hustler, or Penthouse or some other mainstream porno
mag, but these were older, and were not what I was expecting at all. They
were hardcore pedo magazines. The cover was in full color of a man hung
like a donkey, sitting in a chair with a naked boy on each knee. The title
was in german or swedish or something I didn't recognize. But it was pretty
clear what the magazine had inside.

I felt Eric snuggle a little closer to me, and he put his hand on my
thigh. My dick was starting to throb even more. I shuffled to the next
magazine, and it was more of the same. The second magazine had two men and
two boys on the cover, and the third magazine, had nothing but three boys
on the cover. I never made it to the fourth magazine. I took the first one
putting the rest on the coffee table.

I started flipping through the pages, and after four or five full color
pages, of the boys jerking and sucking the huge cock on the man, the series
of pictures got more hardcore, as the man started fucking one of the boys,
burying an impossible amount of dick in the smaller of the two boy's
ass. The other boy was reaching from behind the man, caressing his low
hanging balls. I had never been so turned on in my life. This was beyond
any fantasy I had ever had, I flipped through page after page, as the man
plowed into the ass of what looked like a 10 year old beautiful blond boy
in so many different positions, and going deeper than I would have thought
possible with out the huge dick going all the way through and coming out
the boy's mouth.

Eric, said, "This is my favorite." looking at the pages with me.

I was ready to orgasm. I could feel my balls starting to throb. Eric,
started moving his hand up and down my thigh, inching closer to my crotch
each time. Finally, I made it through the magazine to where the man dumped
an huge load, on to the boy's ass, and in the next couple of pictures both
boys were licking the semen off of the man's cock. I was quivering all
over, and if I didn't cum soon, I was fully expecting to pass out.

I finally dropped the magazine on top of the others, and pulled my shirt
up, and my shorts down, letting my cock free. I didn't have time to
consider that Eric was right there, I was on the verge of exploding. I had
to have relief in the next couple of seconds or else, and at that point I
didn't give a damn about anything but whipping out my cock and busting a
nut.

"Wow." Eric said, and immediately grasped my dick with both hands. "Your's
is huge."

Just his touch, sent me over the edge. My balls spasmed, a wave of orgasm
crashed over me, and I exploded, launching semen onto my chest. Eric knew
exactly what to do and pumped my throbbing erection with both fists. It was
the most intense feeling I had ever had. My whole body shook, and it felt
like I was never going to stop cumming. Eric continued to pump, and the
orgasmic bliss that made me flop my head back on the couch, and curl my
toes so hard I thought they would break, finally the spasms started easing
off. Eric continued to pump, and each pump with his fists sent more shock
waves through my body.

With out warning, Eric put his mouth over the head of my dick, which was
about all he could get in his mouth, and sucked as hard as he could. It was
such and intense feeling, I saw spots. He kept pumping and sucking, and I
was shocked that I didn't loose my erection. I was still light headed, but
realized that his dick was within easy reach, so I ran my hand up inside
his shorts and found his dick. It wasn't as small as I had imagined, and I
couldn't feel any pubic hair at all, so I still really didn't have any idea
how old he was.

I was stroking his dick, when he started to moan a little still valiantly
sucking the head of my dick. I could feel him flick my prince albert
piercing with his tongue and that sent little flashes of pleasure rushing
from the head of my dick all the way up my back, making me moan.

Eric was really getting into having his dick stroked, and after a couple of
minutes, he let my still swollen dick head pop out of his mouth, and said,
"How did you get yours so big?" He was still stroking and was thrusting his
hips forward to push his dick through my hand. I was barely able to
respond.

"I don't know. I guess it's because I'm so tall." Was all I managed to
croak out.

"You think I can make mine this big?" He said, staring at my dick like he
was completely fascinated.

I mumbled, "I don't know, maybe." and I was feeling his dick in my hand,
trying to judge how big it was already. But it was hidden by his
shorts. It's like I wasn't in control of my own mind, or anything, I then
added, "Let me see it. Take your shorts off, and stand up here."

Eric giggled and stood up in front of me, dropping his shorts to the
floor. His dick sprang out in front of him, and stood there twitching up
and down. I immediately noticed that I was right before, he didn't have any
pubic hair, or if he did it was pale peach fuzz that was barely visible. I
pretended to inspect his dick like I was some kind of doctor, I measured it
with my fingers, felt his balls and gave them a little squeeze. For a kid
with no evidence of pubic hair his dick was actually bigger than I
expected. It was nearly six inches long, and uncircumcised. His balls also
hung lower than mine, I cupped them in my hand and swung them back and
forth. I made a few hmmm, noises and nodded my head a couple of times,
mumbling an Um Hmm. The whole time I was pretending to inspect him, my dick
was throbbing away.

I finally just leaned forward and sucked his dick into my mouth. He stood
there for a second or two while I worked my mouth back and forth on him
enjoying the taste of him, and I finally felt his hands gently rest on my
shoulders, and he started swaying back and forth with my blow job. He
didn't act like he was going to orgasm any time soon, so I stopped after of
couple of minutes, and sat back. He stood there, for a couple of seconds
and finally started jacking himself off. I couldn't help it, it was the
hottest thing I had ever seen, and the most arousing thing I had ever
experienced.

All of the battles in my head stopped completely and the winner was the
part of me that wanted to be with Eric. I knew very little about him, and I
basically knew I was wasn't in love with him, I was suffering from pure,
unbridled lust, but lust was enough for the moment.

Watching him pump at his dick with his hand moving like a blur, a sudden
curiosity came over me and as I started stroking my own dick, I asked him,
"So how old are you?"

He didn't miss a beat, continuing his masturbation he said, "I'll be 12
next week."  I just accepted the fact that I was sitting on my couch, in my
living room, stroking my cock, while watching an 11 year old boy
frantically masturbate in front of me. I noticed that Eric was watching me,
as much as I was watching him. He suddenly stopped, and had a frustrated
look on his face. Without a word, he dropped to his knees between my legs,
and knocking my hand out of the way, grabbed my cock with both hands and
again, tried to stuff as much of it as he could in his mouth. He got more
of it in his mouth, to the point he gagged a little and pulled off before
choking.

I watched fascinated. He was stroking me, and trying to swallow my dick,
but wasn't having any luck. He did this for a couple of minutes, and I
continued watching him. He finally raised his head up and asked, "Can we do
sixty-nine?"

I nodded my head, I was in such a haze of post orgasm bliss, and mental
fatigue that I would have agreed to anything he asked. He got to his feet,
stepped out of his shorts and went into my bed room. He and his big brother
must have done quite a lot together. I followed and flopped on my back on
my bed, and he immediately crawled on top of me, his legs on either side of
my chest, and he immediately started sucking and pumping my dick, and moved
into perfect position to stick his dick in my mouth. I took it immediately,
and his balls fell across my nose. He started rhythmically humping my
mouth, thrusting with his hips to shove as deeply as he could into my
mouth.

It was probably a good thing that my dick was as big as it was. Eric was so
much shorter than I was, he probably wouldn't have been able to reach my
dick if it was a few inches shorter. But he continued to suck on the my
dick head and pump with one hand, holding himself up with the other.

I realized I was staring straight at his ass hole, and it was clenching and
relaxing as he thrust and pulled back. The desire to stick my finger in his
ass, rushed through my body, and my cock throbbed even harder. When the
head of my dick swelled, Eric noticed and popped it out of his mouth, He
started tonguing my piss slit and flicking my piercing with his tongue
playfully. I started rubbing his back with both of my hands, and it must
have tickled, because it caused him to giggle, and arch his back up and
down. He was still shoving his dick in my mouth, when I moved my hands to
his perfectly shaped boy butt, and caressed them. His skin was flawless,
and I could feel the heat pouring out of him into the palm of my hands.

I slowly moved my right hand so that I could probe his butt pucker with my
finger. I managed to slip my index finger in my mouth beside his dick, and
pulled it out all, now slick with saliva. I put my finger right in the
center of his asshole, and just put a little pressure. I wasn't trying to
shove it inside him, but as soon as I touched his pucker, he gasped, and
started wiggling around, trying to get my finger to slip inside him. At
this point, I was close to blowing another load, and I figured as long as
he seemed to be enjoying it, I was going to go as far as I could with him.
I applied more pressure with my finger, and before I knew it, I had my
entire finger buried inside his ass. He was breathing hard, and had
forgotten about my dick. He had collapsed onto me. The hand he was stroking
me with, had moved down to my balls and he was gently squeezing and
massaging them. He was moaning softly, and grunting when I would pull my
finger out and put it back inside him.

His dick was still in my mouth, but he wasn't humping my face any more. I
could feel his dick throb in my mouth, and I sucked on it and rolled it
around in my mouth with my tongue. He whimpered a couple of times and I
twisted my hand, so I could put pressure on his prostate. My second ex-wife
had introduced me to that particular trick. She would be sucking me, and
slip a finger in my ass and I would cum, almost instantly the second she
put a little pressure on my prostate.

When I found Eric's prostate, and put a little pressure on it and wiggled
my finger, he gasped, and I felt his dick throb. His balls drew up tight
and he let out a groan and started shuddering, he arched his back and
raised up off of me. I could feel that he was having an orgasm, but it he
didn't ejaculate very much. It was a couple of little dribbles that ran
down my throat without me even tasting them, and that was it. He collapsed
back onto me, and was now shaking all over, practically gasping for
breath. His dick immediately started going soft in my mouth. He just laid
on top of me, breathing hard, and as I pulled my finger out of his butt, he
whined.

I gently stroked his back with my hands, and let him lay there and enjoy
the feeling as long as he wanted to. I would suck at his dick, every now
and then and I couldn't believe how hard all of this was making me. My dick
was hard enough to cut steel, and my balls were aching. But I was intending
to let him lay there as long as he wanted. I was pretty sure he was done
and wouldn't want to do anything else, but he surprised me when he moved
off of me, turned and straddled me laying back down on my chest, with his
face resting on my breast. He started sucking and flicking my nipple ring
in my right nipple.

He raised up, and looked me in the eye, and asked, "Can we do it now?"

"Do what? I thought you would be done now."

"I want to do it like in the dirty book. I want you to put your thing in my
butt." He said, grinning from ear to ear, and giggling a little.

There wasn't any way, my dick was going to fit inside his ass. It was very
tight around my finger, and my dick was almost as big around as his
wrist. "I don't think that's going to work." I said.

"You got any lotion?"

"Well, yeah, but I don't think it's gonna matter Eric." I said, not really
believing I was trying to talk him out of trying to ride my cock. I
wouldn't last 30 seconds if I could even manage to get the head of my dick
inside him.

"Just a second." He said, and practically leaped from the bed and went to
the living room. He returned with a dildo. It was probably about 8 inches
long and about half as big around as my dick. I knew how big my dick was,
because I had measured it, and depending on how horny I was, it was just
shy of ten inches long, and at least seven and a half inches around. I was
a lot bigger than the dildo Eric brought back with him.

He grinned from ear to ear, and said, "I stole this out of my mom's
nightstand, a long time ago. I've been practicing." He looked at me
pleadingly.

"There is nothing on this earth I would rather do, Eric, but I just don't
think it'll work." I replied.

"Where's your lotion?" Undeterred, Eric obviously wanted to try, no matter
the consequences. "My brother used to do it with me, almost every night."
He added, when I pointed toward the bathroom to indicate where he could
find the lotion. He was in there for a few seconds and yelled back, "Where
is it?"

I got up off the bed and padded barefoot into the bathroom. There was a
bottle of generic lotion on the back of the toilet, but I remembered I had
something even better in my medicine cabinet. I always kept a small bottle
of sex lube called "Wet Stuff", because it was great to masturbate with,
and I'll admit it, I had a dildo of my own in my dresser.

I grabbed the lube, and handed it to Eric. He bounced all the way back to
the bed, and waited on his knees for me to lay down on the bed. I flopped
on my back and said, "A little of that goes a long way."

He snapped open the cap, and squeezed several huge drops onto my
dick. After closing the cap, he spread the lube around my cock with both
hands. Quickly he straddled me again, and reached between us, grasping my
cock aiming my swollen dick head at his ass hole.

I felt the pressure start to build as he pushed backwards trying to force
my dick inside himself. I don't know what he was feeling but I was getting
close to cumming again. I felt his ass relax, and my head started slipping
inside. He grunted, several times, and whimpered, but kept trying to mount
my cock. He took a couple of deep breaths, and I thought he would break my
dick, but I felt my head slip through his ass ring and he gasped, freezing
in place. His breathing got really harsh, and I could see his eyes were
watering.

"This isn't a good idea Eric. It's not going to fit." I said, hoping he
would stop before putting himself in a lot of pain.

"It always hurts a little at first." He said, and he slid down onto my
dick, getting nearly half of it inside him in one motion. I thought he was
starting to shake, but it was actually me. I was having to seriously resist
the urge to plunge my entire cock inside him. I was taking all the will
power I had, to keep from grabbing him buy the hips and shoving as hard as
I could to get balls deep inside this kid. I was moaning now.

He slipped further onto my dick, and stopped about an inch short of having
my entire cock inside him. I had fucked plenty of tight women, and very few
of them were ever able to take my whole cock inside with out a lot of
practice. Eric shifted his position, getting himself so that he was on his
knees. I could see down my chest, and the sight of this boy, straddling my
cock, looked impossible. His knees were just above my hips, and he was
hovering there, about an inch away from sitting completely on my dick.

Suddenly, he relaxed, and sat completely down. he put both of his hands
flat on my stomach, and I exploded.

"I'm gonna cum." I said in a hoarse voice, and as my balls surged, and I
felt my semen start pumping up through my dick, I did what I had been
trying to avoid. I pushed. I pushed up and I pushed so hard, I lifted my
ass completely off the bed, arching my back raising Eric up in the
air. Just before my eyes rolled back in my head, I saw the look on Eric's
face. He was gasping, his mouth open and his eyes wide. Suddenly he went
limp and fell forward onto me.

It was probably the most intense orgasm I had ever experience, but it was
no doubt the shortest. I panicked, Eric wasn't breathing hard, he wasn't
shaking. All I could think to do was to get him off of my dick, and make
sure he was okay. As I started to pull him off of me, he raised up by
putting both hands on my chest and practically shouted, "Ha! I got you, you
thought I died!" Laughing.

"Jesus Eric." I said, breathing hard from the combination of an orgasm, and
fear that I had actually hurt him.

He continued to giggle for a few minutes while wiggling his way back, all
the way back down onto my dick which was starting to get a little softer,
but still plenty hard. He started bouncing up and down on me, like I was
some kind of horse he was riding. I simply surrendered and let him do what
he wanted. It was going to be a while before I could climax again, and I
was enjoying the feeling of him riding up and down on my cock. He would
raise up far enough so that my head would just about pop out of him, and
then drop down suddenly and a little violently.

He was gasping and grunting the whole time with his eyes closed, while I
lay there watching him. His dick was still hard, and I reached up with my
hand and started stroking it while he rode me. I reached up with my other
hand and started playing with his dime sized nipple, and he seemed to like
it a lot.

After about five minutes of riding my dick, I felt his dick throb in my
hand. He had another orgasm, and a few drops of clear cum slithered out of
his dick. He groaned, and stopped bouncing, and eventually flopped back
onto my chest. His head right under my chin, he was breathing, and he tried
to wrap his arms around me. I hugged him back, pulling him tightly to
me. As my dick softened, and eventually fell out of his ass, he whimpered a
little and without warning, raised his head and slid up toward my face.

He kissed me on the lips, and his tongue darted inside my mouth. I figured
he would stop after a couple of seconds, but when I started kissing him
back, he kept right on going, even sucking on my tongue a couple of
times. I know this sounds crazy, but when I said before that watching him
jerk off and give me a blow job was the hottest thing I had ever
experienced, I was wrong. Kissing him was way hotter. He was so eager to
please, adventurous, curious and obviously not afraid to be fucked I was
again starting to think it was a dream and I would wake up at any
minute. Simply kissing him had me fired up again, my dick was getting
harder the whole time we were kissing.

I stopped him long enough to say, "You really do enjoy this, don't you?"

He nodded his head, and replied, "Can we be boyfriends?"

Again, I was knocked for a loop. I was silent for a few long seconds while
that question rattled around in my head looking for a place to land. I
thought of all the reasons why it wouldn't work. He was only twelve years
old, he was just a boy, even though he was the hottest little fucker I had
ever had the joy of having sex with, he was still a boy. Our society, would
simply not accept this kind of relationship. I wouldn't be simply put in
jail, I would be put under the jail, if not simply executed for crimes
against nature. Then there was his mother to consider, surely if anyone
would suspect what was going on, she would be the first, and there was no
way his mother would understand. Again the battles started raging in my
head, and obviously I let my concern show on my face because Eric noticed.

"It can be a secret. I won't tell anybody, I promise." Eric pleaded.

"Eric, it's just not that simple. Don't get me wrong, I would love to spend
the rest of my life with you..." I started, but Eric interrupted me.

"But, you can't `cause you'll get in trouble, right?"

"What will your mom think? Does she have any idea what happened with your
dad and brother?"

"Yeah, she knows all about it. She walked in on them a couple of times. She
got really mad for a while, but she gets drunk and forgets stuff."

"Do you think she knows that you like to do the same kind of stuff?"

He laughed, and said, "She caught me with her dildo a couple of days
ago. She rolled her eyes and went back to the couch."

"Yeah, but Eric, that's different than having sex with a man. It's illegal,
and I could be arrested and put away for a long time." I said.

"I promise, I won't say anything to anyone, ever. I know it has to be a
secret." Eric pleaded with me again.

"Don't you think it'll look a little strange that you keep coming to visit
me? People will know something is going on."

"They'll just think we're friends. We can play basketball, so everyone
won't think it's weird that we're always hanging around each other."

"It's not that simple. People will automatically jump to conclusions,
regardless. It could be dangerous for both of us."  He thought for a couple
of seconds before saying, "You could marry mom, and then we could always be
together."

"No."

"But..." Eric said, with tears welling up in his eyes.

"I'm not saying no to the idea of being your boyfriend, I'm saying no to
marrying your mom, just to be with you. That's not cool at all. The only
thing I can suggest is that we try it and see how things go. I can't
believe I'm saying this, but I want you to stay with me forever."

He smiled and hugged me tightly and asked, "Can I stay all night?"

I couldn't say no to him, but this was getting complicated quickly. I
thought for a second and asked, "What about your mom? Is she going to be
okay with you spending the night?"

"I can run home and tell her, she won't care though." Eric said sounding
hopeful.

In my head I was thinking that his mother must be a real piece of work, and
I was having a hard time believing that any parent would be okay with a
child spending the night with a stranger, regardless of how screwed up the
parent is. Like I mentioned earlier, I knew there were incestuous families
out there, and that things like this went on all the time, but my mind was
refusing to accept it. I suppose I was having difficulty believing it was
happening to me. It wasn't really incest, since I wasn't related to Eric,
but if his mother was this indifferent about what her twelve year old son
did wasn't that the same as condoning the behavior?

Now I was faced with another problem, I was thinking circles around myself,
and every time I thought I was about to get a handle on the situation,
something else would pop up. In all good conscience I couldn't just let
Eric go home and tell his mother he was staying at a friends house, without
meeting her. In some way, I felt compelled to let her know he would be
safe, even though what we were doing was illegal, I wasn't about to do
anything against Eric's will, or force him to do anything that might cause
him any harm.

"So, should I go meet your mom, so she'll be more comfortable with letting
you stay?" I asked him.

"If you want, it don't really matter though. She didn't notice when I left
anyway."

"I think I'll feel better if I at least meet her." I said looking Eric
directly in the eye. Damn his eyes were a beautiful shade of green.

"You might not want to go in with a hard on." Eric giggled and reached
behind himself grasping my erection and squeezing.

"It'll go down. If you stop playing with it." I said, and chuckled.

With that Eric rolled off me, and went to retrieve his clothes. I grabbed a
pair of jeans from my closet and another t-shirt. I didn't bother with
underwear. It was a challenge to get my jeans on, since I still had an
erection, but I stuffed my dick in sideways and managed to get zipped up. I
put on a t-shirt that was long enough to cover my bulge. I was distracted
enough that my erection started to dwindle.

In the living room, Eric was dressed and waiting by the door. We walked up
the sidewalk, and Eric kept stepping closer and closer to me until he was
practically touching me.

"It doesn't bother me at all, Eric. But if anyone sees you walking that
close to me, they might suspect something is going on." I said in a low
voice.

We made it to his mother's apartment and he simply walked right through the
door invited me in. A woman about my age, was sitting on the couch asleep,
there weren't any lights on, except for the glow of a television. Eric
flipped an overhead light on, and this woke her up. She looked a little
startled, but not completely shocked.

"Mom, this is Joe. I'm gonna stay with him tonight so we can play video
games." Eric said to his mother.

She got up, and swayed a little, she must have been drunk. She walked over
to me and stuck out her hand for me to shake.

"Nice to meet you." She said, hardly slurring at all. After shaking my hand
she said, "If he starts to get on your nerves just send him home. He can be
a little pest."

I chuckled and said, "I think he's just a little bored, there aren't many
kids for him to hang with. I'm in apartment 15B, if you need him or
anything. I don't plan on going anywhere tonight."

Eric had ducked back into the back of the apartment, and came back with a
bundle of clothes. It was a pretty big bundle of clothes, and looked like
enough clothes for a week's stay.

"We might go camping mom, if it's okay with you." Eric said.

"Just mind your manners. Don't cause him any trouble. Do you need any
money?" She replied to Eric.  I looked at Eric, a little confused, and he
replied to his mother, "Nah, I'm okay."

She looked at me, and said, "Well if he gets under your skin, just send him
home, or bust his ass if he gets out of line."

I was shocked for a second, but answered her, "I don't think I'll have a
problem with him."

I thought the conversation was over, but she stepped closer to Eric, and
said, "You left your other stuff in your room right?" I wasn't sure what
she was talking about.

Eric replied, "No, I've got it."

"Eric, you know your not supposed to..." She said but he interrupted her.

"Mom! It's all good." He said giving her a look that meant he didn't want
to talk about it.

She ran her fingers through his hair and cupped his cheek with the palm of
her hand and said, "If this is what you want. I just don't want you to get
into any trouble, so you be good." Adding a kiss on his forehead. When she
was done she looked up at me and gave me a quirky kind of smile.

I was confused by the whole situation. I didn't know what they were talking
about.

"You all have fun and be careful." She said to me, looking like she knew
exactly what was going on, but not willing to mention it.

"We'll be fine I'm sure." I responded, and she shook my hand again. I felt
like I had just made some kind of deal, but I had no idea what the deal was
for.

Eric and I left the apartment and while walking back to my place, my
curiosity got the better of me. So I asked, "What was all that about?"

"All what?" Eric responded, being evasive.

"Eric, you know what I'm talking about. Your mom asked you if you left any
of your stuff, and then said it was okay if this is what you wanted."

He giggled, "She knows I've been looking for a boyfriend, and now she knows
you're the one." He looked up at me with those beautiful green eyes, and
although I was in shock at they way his mother had reacted to the news that
her son was having sex with a man, I couldn't be mad at him, for
effectively outing me as a pedophile to his mother. He was too beautiful.
"By the way, who said anything about camping?" I said, looking at him
accusingly.

"We don't have to go, but I thought it would be fun, if you wanna."

"I'm not opposed, but I don't have any camping gear at all. I never really
wanted to go camping alone."

"I'm on spring break for the next two weeks, so I don't have to go back to
school for a long time." Eric volunteered.

This set my mind to whirling again. I had completely forgotten that he
would be in school. I mean, I knew he would be in school, but I had
completely ignored the fact. How was this even going to work? It's not like
I could adopt him, or become his legal guardian, that was certainly still
his mother's responsibility. I just couldn't get the gears to mesh in my
head to get this all sorted out. It may not even be an issue. It's not like
he was planning to live with me full time, or was he. I had to ask.

Once back in my apartment, Eric put his bundle of clothes on the couch and
ran back to me, throwing his arms around me an hugged me tightly.

I picked him off the ground and hugged him back. I sat him back on his feet
and said, "We have a lot to talk about Eric."

He looked up at me with a worried look and said, "Okay."

We went to the couch, and I couldn't help but notice the porno magazine
still sitting there on the coffee table. Those things must have been what
his mother was talking about when she asked if he had left his stuff in his
bedroom. The situation was starting to click a little better now, but I was
still flopping around like a fish out of water.

Eric sat beside me, so close he was nearly in my lap. "Are you planning on
living here with me?"

"If it's okay." He responded looking a little concerned.

"I guess it's okay, but there are a lot of things we have to talk about,
`cause I'm not sure how to handle everything. What if you get sick? Do you
have a doctor you go to?"

"Mom usually takes me to the clinic in the Walmart."

"What about school? Do I need to take you and pick you up?"  "Nah, I catch
the bus, down by the road." Eric said dismissively.

"What about allergies? Are you allergic to anything?"

Eric just shrugged and said, "I don't think so."

"I work until five, so you'll have to be here alone until I get home from
work. Is that going to be a problem?"

"I can wait for you at mom's, if you don't want me to be here alone." Eric
said, looking a little more worried.

"It's not that I don't trust you to be here alone, but I don't really trust
the neighborhood." I chuckled and added, "Some pervert might kidnap, rape
and kill you."

Eric giggled, and said, "Nah, I'd kick `em in the balls."

I was trying to consider every aspect of what might go wrong, and other
than someone "outing" our relationship, which would land me in prison,
there didn't seem to be anything that could go very wrong. I suppose I was
still having a difficult time coming to terms with being in a relationship
with a boy. Was I supposed to play the role of both parent and lover, or
just one or the other? What if this kid was actually deranged, and was only
really sane at this moment? Hell, I was starting to question my own sanity,
this clearly wasn't a "normal" situation. I couldn't just show up some
place with this boy in tow and expect people to not think the worst. How
the hell would I even introduce him? `Hi, this is my gay child and lover,
Eric.' or `This is my boyfriend Eric.' would go over like a lead balloon.

"Eric, I'm not sure I even know how to introduce you to anyone. I can't
call you my boyfriend, that'll land me in prison. People will expect me to
have a good reason to have a 12 year old tagging along with me every where
I go." I said, feeling a little overwhelmed.

"Can't we just tell everyone you're my dad?" Eric said hopefully.

I had already considered this, and to be honest it was plausible, or would
be plausible to most people. I formulated a story in my head.

"Okay. That'll work, but here's the story. I didn't know I even had you as
a son, until your mother found me, and dropped you off and left you with
me, because she couldn't afford to raise you. I agreed to take care of you,
so now you're living with me. People will believe that I had a kid when I
was 23, it was right after my first divorce." I explained.

"Okay daddy." Eric said, grinning from ear to ear.

Maybe it would work, I started thinking to myself. If people believed he
was my son, then maybe I wouldn't have any problems. Hearing Eric call me
daddy, was like someone flipped the hard on switch, and I was almost
instantly aroused. It was well past 10:00 P.M. and after everything that
had happened today, I was exhausted.

"Let's go to bed." I said to Eric, and he practically leaped from the
couch, took my hand and pulled me into the bedroom, stripping his clothes
off as he went. He leaped onto the bed and got under the blanket and sat
there and watched me undress.

I slid into the bed, and Eric immediately snuggled up against my side, and
put a hand on my dick. I was actually exhausted, but I was hard as a rock,
and wanted to have sex with him again, but his gentle caressing was
soothing, and started relaxing me in just a couple of minutes.

"Night daddy." Eric said softly.

"Good night, son." I said, and felt a wave of heat wash over my body, and I
knew at that moment that I was no simply lusting for Eric, I had decided
that I did love him.


To be continued, depending on response.