Date: Mon, 23 Apr 2012 08:25:05 -0400
From: Daddy Moose <thedaddymoose@gmail.com>
Subject: Intentional Foul Part 2

Intentional Foul
Copyright 2012 The Sinister Moose
The Author may be contacted at thedaddymoose@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, Part 2

I woke incredibly early that Saturday. I was used to waking at about 7:00
am, but for some reason my eyes snapped open, and I was wide awake, as if I
had slept for twelve hours. A glance at my clock showed it was only 3:30
am. Usually when that happened it was for a particular reason, like
something waking me. I laid there motionless, straining my eyes against the
dark, but the world was fuzzy. I blinked several times, and then remembered
I hadn't taken my contacts out before going to sleep, I could sleep with my
contacts in, but I had kept them in for three days, and that was too long.

Like being dunked in a tub of warm honey, yesterday's events came flooding
back into my mind. I tried to move my left arm, only to find it pinned by
Eric. I gently tried to slip my arm from under his head, but he stirred,
and I didn't want to wake him. He had his left arm thrown across my chest,
and his left leg across my legs, using my left breast as a pillow. I was
willing to lay there until he woke up, but I couldn't shake the feeling
that something had caused me to wake. I gently rolled him off of me, facing
him the other direction. Just when I had gotten free, and was about to get
out of the bed, I heard it. Someone was pounding on the front door of my
apartment.

I fumbled around and found my jeans, and t-shirt from a pile on the floor
and slipped them on. I closed the door to my bedroom and turned on the
light in the living room, making my way to the door. I tried looking
through the peep hole, but my contacts felt like sand paper, and I couldn't
focus. My contacts were disposable, so I quickly fingered them out of each
eye, and stuck them on the back of my hand. They would stick there until
they dried up and fell off. As my eye closed with the peep hole again, the
person outside chose that exact moment to pound on the door again. It
nearly scared the shit out of me. I swore under my breath.

On my third attempt to see who was beating on my door, I was shocked to see
a cop. I cracked the door and said, "Can I help you?"

"Are you Joel Forbes?" The officer asked.

"It's Joe, there isn't an 'L', but yes I am. What's wrong?" I responded, as
my mind started reeling through last night, and I had almost convinced
myself that he was here to arrest me for having sex with Eric. I could feel
the panic rising through my body, causing my heart to start pounding.

"Do you own a 1981 Chevrolet Malibu?" The cop asked. I immediately looked
past the officer to see that my car was not in it's spot.

"Yeah? Why?" I asked, extremely relieved that he wasn't kicking the door
open, and ratcheting handcuffs on my wrists.

"Your car was involved in a hit and run incident. Can I ask where you were
about three hours ago?"

I was still holding the door partially open using my body to block his
vision into my apartment, while alarm bells were going off in my head, "I
was in bed, asleep. My car was sitting in it's spot about 10:30, I saw it."

"Do you have anyone who can prove you were here this evening?"

"Yes, Eric was here with me." I responded.

"And who is Eric?" The cop asked, he sounded suspicious.

I hoped his line of questioning wasn't going to get too deep, and I didn't
want to wake Eric, just to prove that I was here. "My son." I responded as
if I had been calling him that for the last 12 years. It was a knee jerk
response, but felt natural.

"Okay sir. We found your car in a parking lot across town, it appears
someone broke a window, and busted the ignition lock to start it. The car
is heavily damaged. It has been impounded as evidence for the time
being. Did you loan the car to anyone?" The cop's entire demeanor changed,
from suspicious to courteous.

I relaxed a little, but I didn't open the door any further, I had no
intention of inviting him in, because I remembered the illegal magazines
still laying on my coffee table. I decided instead to step outside my
apartment, rather than run the risk of having him ask to come into my
apartment.

I chuckled a little, and said, "I haven't loaned the car to anyone, and to
be honest it was in pretty rough shape when I bought it." I paused thinking
of anything in the car of any value finally blurting out, "Damn it, my golf
clubs were in the trunk. I paid more for them, than I did the car."

The cop chuckled and said, "Here's my card, you can go to the impound lot
and retrieve your personal items, I'll leave a message for them at the
gate. Was the car insured?"

"Of course, but I had the lowest amount of coverage I could get. My
deductible is more than it would cost me to buy another car. I work for an
insurance agency." I said.

"I understand. Thank you, and I'm sorry about your car. I have everything I
need to file my report, and I'm sorry I woke you." The cop said, and shook
my hand before leaving.

I ducked back into my apartment locking the door behind me, and immediately
went to the coffee table and gathered up Eric's magazines and his dildo,
stuffing them into his backpack, and putting everything in a closet.

I sat down on the couch, and exhaled. I felt like I had been holding my
breath the whole time the officer was at my door. That was too close for
comfort. Of all fucking nights for someone to steal my car, why this one?
It's not like I gave a damn about the car. They didn't even have to break a
window to get in it, I never locked the doors. I really did hope that my
golf clubs were still in the trunk, I would at least go get them. The
police could keep the car as long as they wanted. Unfortunately I was now
faced with a new problem, I didn't have a car, and I was going to need one.

So far, despite all the good things that had happened to me yesterday, I
was feeling overwhelmed. I was sitting there trying to formulate some kind
of plan to replace my car, when Eric came out of the bedroom completely
naked, rubbing his eyes. He didn't say a word, he plopped down on the couch
beside me, and curled up in a ball, pulling his knees up to his chest, and
leaning against me. I wrapped an arm around him and pulled him closer to
me.

"What are you doing up?" I asked softly.

"I heard a noise, and woke up. You weren't there, so I came to look for
you." He grumbled.

"Sorry. Someone stole my car, and the police came to tell me." I told him.

"That sucks." Eric said, and quickly fell back to sleep.

I propped my feet on the coffee table, and fell asleep too. I didn't wake
up until it was daylight outside. The sunlight was leaking around the
curtains enough to shine right in my eyes, which forced me awake. I raised
my head, and glanced around the blurry room, blinking several times, trying
to clear my contact lenses, only to remember that I had taken them out and
stuck them to the back of my hand. They had obviously dried up and fallen
off and were probably lost somewhere in the carpet.

I also noticed that Eric was gone, but I heard the shower going in the
bathroom. I got to my feet and made a pot of coffee to clear the cob webs
out of my head. Standing in the kitchen, leaning against the sink, I had
two large cups of coffee while Eric was in the shower. He came out, wrapped
in a towel while I was pouring my third cup.

"Did you find everything you needed?" I asked him.

He just grinned and shook his head like a dog shaking the water off it's
self, slinging water droplets around his head like an expanding halo. Some
of the water drops passed through a shaft of light streaming through a gap
in the curtains, the water drops sparkled. I was entranced by the
effect. He started laughing.

"Yep, I'm all good." He said, still giggling.

It brought a smile to my face. I didn't care about the water splashing all
over the place, he looked so beautiful. Every time I thought I had a firm
grasp on what we were, it slipped away. He was a kid, I was an adult and I
was feeling a little like I wasn't in control of the situation. Standing
there, looking at him, he was tan all over, which made his teeth look like
they glowed and made his eyes stand out like gems, and his hair was
sticking out in every direction. Just looking at him, made my heart flop
around like a fish out of water. No one would understand how I felt about
him, hell I couldn't possibly explain everything I was feeling for him. I
wanted to protect him, care for him, hold him, and of course I wanted to
have sex with him but I couldn't start thinking about that, otherwise, I
would get another hard on.

"Are you hungry?" I asked him, snapping myself out of a line of thought
that would have me sporting wood in seconds.

He didn't say anything at first, he was looking at me oddly, but nodding
his head yes. Finally he said, "What's wrong with your eyes?"

"What do you mean?" I asked, putting my hands to my face, running my
fingers tips over my closed eyes, acting panicked. "They're still there
aren't they?"

"They're different colors." Eric said stepping closer to me, looking up,
directly into my eyes.

"Oh! What color are they?" I said, acting like I didn't know what was
wrong.

I knew full well that without my contacts, my eyes were naturally two
different colors. My left eye was a hazel green, and my right was a light
gray color, according to my doctor, it was a genetic abnormality. My
contacts not only corrected my vision, but were colored so that no one
would notice that my eyes were two different colors. Most people never
noticed, as long as I had my contacts in.

"One's green, and one is gray." He said, stepping toward me, to the point
he was leaning against me, looking up at me. I was always very self
conscious of my eyes, usually avoiding eye contact with people, ever since
I was a teenager. Eric continued to stare at my eyes looking from one to
the other, and finally added, "That's epic. They're like Marilyn Manson's."

"I think his are fake." I said chuckling dismissively, "My doctor called it
heterochromia, or something like that."

I had never felt that my eyes were cool, or unique. I always thought my
eyes made me look weird to everyone, that's why I bought contact lenses to
make them look like they were the same color. I had hazel green contacts
for my gray eye, and clear contacts for my "normal" eye. My eyes made some
people downright uncomfortable. When the average person noticed them, they
almost always asked if there was something wrong with the gray eye, usually
people asked if I was blind in that eye. I was surprised that Eric liked
they way my eyes looked, a lot of people found my eyes creepy, but he
seemed to be fascinated.

"What would you like to eat?" I asked him. He was still staring up at
me. Leaning against me, I could feel the warmth from his body, through my
clothes, and it was turning me on.

"Got any cereal?" He asked, without moving away, and without taking his
eyes off mine.

"Nope. Actually, I don't have anything here, except for coffee, and some
frozen Chinese food." I replied, suddenly realizing I would need to start
keeping food in my apartment, I was going to have to reconsider my
lifestyle completely. I added, "We'll have to go out for breakfast."

"You don't have a car any more." Eric said.

"That's what cabs are for." I said, running my fingers through his hair,
slicking it back. It was still damp, and warm. "I'll go get cleaned up, and
call a cab. We'll go to Denny's or IHOP. Sound good?"

"I love waffles." He said, with a broad grin spreading across his face.

While I showered, Eric used the hair dryer to dry his hair. He stopped
several times, and turned to watch me shower, through the cheap clear
shower curtain. I was surprised at how arousing it was to have him watching
me shower. I got an erection almost immediately and Eric noticed. He sat
the hair dryer down and came over to the shower, pulling the curtain back,
and stood there watching me while smiling that same wicked smile that
usually meant he was thinking about having sex. He stood there, while I
rinsed the soap off my body. He giggled and pointed at me saying, "You
missed a spot." When I looked down to see what he was talking about, he
laughed loudly and said, "Haha! Made ya look!" I splashed water at him. He
closed the curtain, and left the bathroom. It was probably a good thing he
left when he did. I was really tempted to pull him into the shower with me,
pick him up and fuck him right there in the shower. I was really having
problems with my self control.

I was still trying to put two conflicting worlds together in my head. I
stood there, letting the water run over me, while considering my
dilemma. On one hand, I was starting to feel like a parent to him. On the
other, I was obviously and unavoidably, sexually attracted to him. I did
love him, I was sure of that. That was the strangest thing, falling in love
with him happened suddenly like someone turning a knob and pulling
everything into crystal clear focus. But what kind of love was it? The love
of a parent, or the love of a partner.

I had grown up, believing that love between partners was a give and take
situation. You found someone, fell in love with them, and they loved you
back if everything worked like it was supposed to. But there were always
other factors, like personalities, and what each person brings to the
relationship. One person, needs something the other person might provide,
so there is a trade off, a balancing act if you will. Give, and take, and
give back. It lends some credence to the old saying that "opposites
attract", at least in my mind.

The water had turned cold, and it pulled me out of my head, just long
enough to get me out of the shower. What did I want out of this
relationship with Eric? What did Eric have to offer me, other than possibly
the hottest sex I had ever experienced? Like a bolt of lightning from a
clear blue sky, I suddenly knew what I wanted.

Nothing... I expected nothing from Eric. It was that simple. I could be
perfectly happy, giving everything, and receiving nothing in return. That
was the point I realized, that the kind of love, didn't matter. It couldn't
be quantified, and put in a little box marked "Love". It was love, and I
intended to give him all of the love I had to give.

I've never been an overly emotional person. I have a very even temper, to
the point that I've been accused of being a machine, or cold, or a couple
of times people called me soulless. But as I wrapped a towel around myself,
and walked out to the living room to find Eric at my computer desk. All of
that changed.

I stood there, with goose bumps all over me. It was either the chilling
water droplets I hadn't dried off, or the flood gates of all my carefully
contained emotions, finally erupting. I felt tears welling up in my eyes.

"I love you." I managed to say, starting to shiver, trying not to let
myself cry. I felt silly, but I couldn't help it, somewhere inside me a
valve popped open, and all the pressure of suppressing my feelings flooded
through me. I'm sure I turned red, because I could feel the heat of emotion
raise my body temperature several degrees.

Eric launched himself off the chair, and leaped up throwing his arms around
my neck, wrapping his legs around me to hold on. He nearly knocked me down,
but I squeezed him to me tightly, burying my face between his cheek and
shoulder. I fell apart. My legs went rubbery, and I collapsed into a pile
on the floor, right on my ass, with Eric still clinging to me. I was right
at the edge of laughing and crying with the overload of emotion.

Eric moved his head to put his lips to my ear, and said, in a whisper that
sent shivers through me, "I love you too."

Well that did it. We were both crying then. They were tears of joy at
least. Eric started laughing after a few minutes, and sat back to wipe the
tears from his eyes. I felt really happy, but still a little silly for not
being able to keep my emotions in check better than that. I was a grown
man, wrapped in a towel, sitting on the floor with a 12 year old boy in my
lap, it was an absurd scene. I started laughing too.

"I'm all wet." I said.

"Me too now. But it'll dry off." Eric said continuing to chuckle, "And I'm
still kinda hungry."

We got off the floor and I went to the bathroom to dry off, and put in a
new pair of contacts. Eric followed, me, and when I started to put the
contacts in, he stopped me by asking, "Will those make your eyes the same
color?"

I looked at him and said, "Yep, why?"

"Do you have any that don't make them look the same?"

"Yeah, I think, why?" I asked, standing there with a green contact lens on
the end of my finger.

"I like your eyes the way they are." He said, meeting my gaze. "They're
different."

I put the green contact away, and put a pair of clear ones in. That seemed
to satisfy him, because he smiled and went back to the living room. After
getting dressed, I called for a taxi. We went outside and sat on the
sidewalk waiting for the cab. We talked about breakfast, and decided on
waffles. We talked about what kind of car I should buy during the ride to
the restaurant, but neither of us had any solid ideas.

We stuffed ourselves with food and were waiting in the entrance of the
restaurant for a different taxi to come to take us car shopping. Erick
said, "A black one."

"A black what?" I said, watching him play an arcade game, attempting to
grab a stuffed animal with a mechanical claw.

"A black car. Black all over, inside and out, with tinted windows."  Eric
said, concentrating on a maneuvering the claw over a plush husky dog. The
toy dog looked like it had been wedged in beside the other toys using a
sledge hammer.

"Okay, the color is settled. But what kind of car, because the cab will be
here in a minute or two and I'll need to tell him where to go."

"It's gotta be fast." He said, still concentrating on the game.

"Okay. It sounds like you have something in mind." I said, my curiosity
getting the better of me.

"Damn it." Eric said when the claw failed to pluck the stuffed dog out of
the pile of toys. Turning to face me, he leaned against the machine and
asked, "Porsche?"

"I can't afford to buy one, and I can't afford the upkeep." I said shaking
my head.

"BMW?"

"I doubt it, I would love to have one, but the best one I could afford will
probably be a piece of shit." I said, as the taxi pulled up in front of the
restaurant. I added, "The cab's here, and I have an idea. Let's go."

In the taxi, I asked the driver to take us to the airport. Eric looked at
me like I had lost my mind. I explained my idea on the ride to the
airport. When we arrived I paid the driver, and went into the terminal. I
felt a little stupid, for not thinking of this plan earlier. I wouldn't
have to rely on calling a cab, I could afford to rent a car for the day.

We visited, at least, ten used car lots, and looked for a car that met
Eric's criteria, and my wallet. We weren't having any luck finding a car
that both of us could agree on, and that I could afford. We looked at
several all black cars, but they were way out of my price range. Finally, I
found a car lot that was a little hidden, because it wasn't on a main
road. As soon as I parked, Eric leaped out of the rental car, and made a
bee line to a black BMW, which was almost exactly as he described it should
look. It was a 1995 540i, in black, with a black leather interior a 6-speed
manual transmission, and very dark tinted windows. There wasn't a price on
the windshield like all the other cars, and that had me a little
concerned. But the car immediately struck a chord in me. It looked
menacing, and kind of like it absorbed light. Eric was walking around the
car, running a finger along shiny paint. He would occasionally look at me,
and nod his head enthusiastically.

"This is the car." Eric said with that wicked grin of his returning.

"I'm afraid it'll be a little out of my league. They don't even have a
price on it. Looks like one of those `If you have to ask, you can't afford
it.' cars." I said, feeling a little doubtful, but seriously liking the
car.

From behind me, someone said, "We just took that one on trade. I haven't
had a chance to get the price on it."

I turned to see who had spoken, and was surprised to find it was a friend
of mine from high school. His name was Scott, we played on the basketball
team in school, since about the 5th grade.

"Well, I'll be damned. Joe, how the hell are ya?" Scott said thrusting a
hand out for me to shake.

"It's all good Scott, how have you been?" I shook his hand. Eric stopped
fondling the car, and came over to my right side wrapping an arm around my
waist, almost a little protectively, or possessively. Eric looked up at me
expectantly.

"As good as can be expected. It's good to see you man, you missed the last
reunion." Scott responded, and then looked at Eric, "Who's this?"

Eric answered him, before I had a chance to, "Eric, Eric Forbes." and stuck
his hand out for Scott to shake. I was shocked that Eric thought to use my
last name. Hell, I was shocked that he remembered it.

Scott looked at me a little shocked, and without missing a beat, I said,
"This is my son."

"Nice to meet you Eric." Shaking Eric's hand Scott leaned down like he was
telling Eric a secret, "Your old man here used to be a vicious power
forward back in school."

"He sucks at Horse." Eric said, and laughed. Scott started laughing with
him.

Scott winked at Eric, then asked, "So, Eric? Wanna take that car out for a
drive?"

"Gimme the keys. I don't know how to drive yet. But dad's gonna teach me."
Eric answered him excitedly.

"He's your son alright. Remember stealing the keys to Coach Morrison's
truck, and driving us around town? We were what? Thirteen, or fourteen?"
Scott said to me, chuckling. I was really surprised by Scott's
statement. In all honesty, Eric looked nothing like me. I did remember
stealing our basketball coach's truck and taking it for a joyride.

"I also remember getting handcuffed, and driven to jail. They scared the
hell out of me. I thought they were going to actually lock me up. It's not
like I wrecked his truck." I responded laughing.

Scott laughed, and alarm bells went off in my head when he asked, "So,
who's his mom? Is it one of the girls we went to school with?"

My mind was racing, I was afraid Scott would get suspicious about Eric, I
was a little shocked to hear myself say, "You remember Sandi Adams?"

When Scott nodded, I continued, "That would be her. I have no idea where
she is now. That's okay though, I'm glad to have him." I wasn't sure where
to go with the complete fabrication I was attempting on the fly, but it
seemed to satisfy Scott's curiosity. I was hoping it was vague enough.

"She always seemed a little, um... unstable." Scott said, chuckling. But
thankfully he changed the subject by asking, "So what do you think, are you
ready for a test drive?"

Eric hugged me tightly, apparently sensing my relief a narrowly dodging
that bullet. I put my hand on his shoulder and pulled him tightly to me. I
decided to get the disappointment about not being able to afford the car
over quickly. I said, "I don't know if we're ready to think about a test
drive, yet. I do need a car, since somebody stole mine, but this might be
out of my price range."

"Damn, I hate to hear that, about your car being stolen." Scott said,
getting serious. He thought for a moment and continued, "I'll be honest, I
hadn't intended to sell it right away, I was gonna drive it myself for a
while, but I practically stole the car in a trade and since it's you, I'll
give you a hell of a deal. Let's go in the office and talk about it."

Scott lead us into his office, and sat behind his desk after pulling a
folder full of paperwork out of a battered filing cabinet. He sat down, as
Eric and I sat across the desk from him. Scott pulled out a calculator and
started adding enough numbers to scare the hell out of me.

After several minutes, and far to much calculating, Scott looked up and
asked, "You paying cash, or do you wanna finance it?"

"I can pay cash, up to a point." I responded.

Scott checked more numbers and fingered the calculator again. Finally, he
looked up and to Eric he said, "How about $4500 champ?"

Eric looked at me, and asked, "Dad?" it wouldn't have mattered if Scott had
just said the car would cost me an arm and a leg, the pleading look on
Eric's face was enough to convince me of anything, add to that fact that he
called me dad, and I would have agreed to a million dollar price tag and
thrown in a kidney.

"Don't you think we should go for a ride in it first?" I asked Eric, trying
to keep my own excitement in check.

Scott, from across his desk said, "Heads up." and tossed me a set of
keys. Eric was on his feet, and almost to the door before Scott and I got
out of our seats.

"She's a rocket Joe, the last owner added a supercharger, performance chip
and a bunch of other stuff. Take your time trying it out, I'll be right
here." Scott said waving at us from the doorway.

Compared to my old car, this one might as well have been brand new. It even
smelled new inside. I adjusted the driver's seat, while Eric played with
the buttons on the stereo. It had been a few years since I had driven a car
with a stick, but it's like riding a bicycle, once you learn you don't
really forget. Scott had been right, the car was incredibly fast. Several
times, the rear tires broke loose, I finally realized there was a "boost"
gauge, and when it swung to the right, the engine simply over powered the
rear wheels. Naturally, I did this several times, and every time I did Eric
laughed maniacally, and asked me to do it again.

On the way back to the car lot, Eric looked at me and said in one breath,
"Is it too expensive? 'Cause it's the coolest car I've ever been in, and I
like it a lot. Besides, it suits you. It's perfect, please say you can
afford it."

I had already made my mind up, but Eric's excitement about the car, just
confirmed my decision. Back at the car lot, I told Scott I would take the
car and I thought Eric was going to vibrate right out of his chair with
excitement. I told Scott I had to go to the bank to get the cash, and he
totaled everything up for me. When I offered to return the keys, he told me
to drive my "new-to-me" BMW to the bank, instead of the rental car.

Again, back in the car and cruising through town, Eric watched for any
opportunity to see a reflection of the car in the windows of the buildings
as we drove past. He would occasionally giggle and he said the word "Epic"
every time he caught a glimpse of the car in a storefront window.  He
turned the stereo on. Sifting through the radio stations. He found a song,
and looked up at me as if asking if I liked it.

"Hell yes. Crank it." I responded. "Killing In The Name Of." by Rage
Against the Machine was suddenly throbbing from the speakers. We both
started singing along at the top of our lungs, we were really shouting more
than we were singing as we pulled into the parking lot at my bank. I left
the keys in the car and the stereo on, where Eric was happy to wait while I
withdrew the cash.

Thirty minutes later, I signed the paperwork, paid Scott, and was the proud
owner of a menacingly black BMW. Eric was practically bouncing off the
walls of Scott's office. Scott offered to have one of the guys at the car
lot take the rental car back to the airport for me, which I agreed to,
simply because Eric had become so immediately attached to the new car, that
he wouldn't consider getting back in the rental car. I had to admit that I
didn't want to get back in the rental car either.

We left the car lot, and with the stereo blaring, just drove around with no
particular destination in mind. Eric made a game of trying to get us
lost. At every intersection, he would randomly pick a direction to go. I
didn't care, the car had plenty of gas, and I was enjoying riding around
with Eric. The song, "What I Got" by Sublime came on and we sang it
together. I was really surprised by Eric knowing the words to every song
that came on. We apparently had almost exactly the same tastes in music. He
turned the radio down during commercials, but the huge smile on his face
didn't diminish at all. I was enjoying the car, but I was enjoying Eric
even more.

We drove past a Walmart, and Eric asked if we could stop. I did need to
shop for a lot of things for the apartment, and if we were still planning
to go camping, we would need camping gear. I found a parking spot, well
away from the other cars. Once we were out of the car, I pushed the button
on the key causing the doors to lock and the alarm to chirp. Eric
immediately wanted to play with the key, and locked and unlocked the car
several times. Finally, locking it again, and handing the keys back to
me. While walking to the entrance we both kept looking back at the car. The
car had a look to it, that basically said, "You don't want to fuck with me,
because I'll pull your soul out and dip it in distilled evil before eating
it."

I was never really a "car guy", but this one just had a feeling of ill
intent about it. Who ever had owned the car before, really must have loved
it, and they had done quite a bit of customization to it. It looked like it
was only a couple of inches off the ground. The wheels were 18 inches in
diameter with ridiculously wide tires, and the wheels were a satin
black. There wasn't any shiny chrome on the car, no badges or emblems, no
chrome trim. Even the headlights and tail lights were blacked out. The
windows were tinted so dark, that you couldn't see completely through it to
the other side. I finally realized what it was about the car that probably
made me like it so much. It was the kind of car that the average person
would cross the street to avoid having to walk close to it. I guess,
somewhere inside me, I found that kind of evil attractive.

"It's perfect." Eric said as we walked through the automatic doors of the
super center.

"It was your call and I think you hit it dead on." I said to him, as he
retrieved a shopping cart from one of the rows of waiting carts. The first
one he picked, had three wobbly wheels, so he shoved it to the side and
picked another that was in better condition. At least it rolled straight,
with out making any noise or spearing off in a random direction.

"Can we get some CDs?" Eric asked.

"Sure." I responded, feeling confident that anything he picked, music wise
would be something I liked.

Eric led us through the store at nearly a running pace, to the electronics
department. He skidded to a stop in front of the music discs, and grabbed
three or four CDs almost immediately, and held them up for my
approval. Awolnation, My Chemical Romance, 311, KoRn, and a band apparently
called "fun." which I had never heard of. When I nodded, he dropped them in
the cart.

He was looking for others, when I took a moment to look him over. It's not
like he was dressed in rags, but his clothes weren't very nice, and his
shoes were beat up. He was dressed like a typical 12 year old. I hatched a
plan while he found a couple of other CDs to add to the cart.

He looked up at me and said, "What now?"

"I need to get a few things for the apartment, since I'm not a bachelor any
more." I said, and winked at him.

Eric smiled and said, "Like what?"

I told him to follow me, and I wandered through the isles. I picked up a
lot of little things, which I figured would be useful around the apartment,
especially with a boy living with me. The cart was starting to fill up, and
when I stopped to take a moment to try and consider every possible need he
might have, Eric asked, "What now?"

"Well, I guess we need to get a tent and a couple of sleeping bags, for
camping." I suggested.

"Why two sleeping bags?" he asked with that now familiar wicked smirk
spreading across his face. I could feel myself blush, the heat rising from
my chest and practically setting the tips of my ears on fire. I knew what
he meant, and it took all of my control to keep from getting an erection.

"Well, you might not always want to sleep with me." I said.

"Huh, don't bet on it." He quipped, and took off at a run, leaving me with
the cart. I followed at a little more sedate pace.

I found him in the camping isle, and when I rounded the corner, he asked,
"We don't need a very big tent do we?"

"Nah, just get a two man tent. And maybe an air mattress that will fit in
it." I suggested. He grabbed a tent, air mattress, a single sleeping bag,
and a battery powered lantern, dumping them all in the cart.

Eric stood on the front of the cart, holding on to the basket, and looked
at me expectantly. "Okay, what now?"

"Hot Topic or Aeropostale?" I asked, curious if he would know what I was
talking about.

"In the mall? Seriously?" He said excitedly. Finally he said, "Hell
yes. Let's go."

"One more stop though, back in electronics." I said. Eric rode on the front
of the cart while I pushed. It looked like sparks were going to fly off him
at any second, he was so excited. I stopped the cart at the electronics
counter, at the cell phones. The woman behind the counter, was polite and
asked how she could help.

To her I said, "I'm looking for a couple of cell phones."

That was all it took, Eric hopped off the cart, and came to me, hugging me
tightly. He looked up at me and said, "Thank you daddy." But I suspected he
only called me daddy for the benefit of the woman behind the counter.

I bought two Motorola Droid X phones, and a plan that shared
minutes. Texting and internet access was unlimited. Eric was giddy as we
left electronics, he was walking along beside me tightly holding to my
side.

At the check out lane, I paid for everything, and Eric fished through the
bags, pulling out the new phones. He decided to carry them to the car
himself. He immediately got in the car and started opening the boxes. He
was trying to figure out how to turn the phones on. I loaded the camping
gear in the trunk. I kept the bag which held the CDs, and got in the
driver's seat.

Eric looked slightly disappointed when I got in the car. He said, "They
have to be charged."

I didn't buy a car charger for either phone. It was an extra that I hadn't
considered.

"Okay. Take one of the phones, and my debit card, and go back to
electronics and buy two car chargers for the cigarette lighter plug." I
told him my PIN number.

He was gone in a flash. I sat in the car and opened the CDs, and after
fumbling with the stereo, realized the CD changer was in the trunk. I
loaded the discs in the magazine, and got back in the car, about the time
Eric returned. He handed me my card, and a receipt, barely before tearing
the boxes open, and plugging the charger into the cigarette lighter. He
looked at me puzzled for minute and asked, "There's only one plug. Where do
I plug the other one?"

I took the second charger from him, and plugged it into the cigarette
lighter port that was meant for the back seat passengers. He connected both
phones and sat them side by side in the console.

I started the car, and started the CD player. As I waited to pull out of
the parking lot into traffic, Eric was practically dancing in the
passenger's seat. The drive to the mall, was a lot of fun, as we sang along
with nearly every song. The mall was crowded and I hated crowds so much
that I was starting to question my sanity for suggesting the mall. I was
always intensely uncomfortable with a lot of people around. We made our way
to Hot Topic, and thankfully there were only a couple of people in the
store.

Eric bounced from rack to rack, picking out clothes, and shoes, bringing
them back for me to hold, saying, "I'll try these on to make sure they
fit."

I looked around at a few things while carrying Eric's mountain of
clothes. Eric came back with an arm load of clothes and asked, "Can you
come with me so I can try these on?"

I wasn't sure what the employees of the store would think if I went into
the changing room with Eric, but he wasn't going to be denied. He strolled
up to one of the employees, and told them "My dad's gonna help me try these
clothes on. Is that okay?" The employee made a noise, and waved with her
hand toward the changing room.

The changing room wasn't big enough to hold both of us, so I stood
outside. Every few minutes, Eric would open the door and ask what I thought
about the outfit he was wearing. It didn't seem to matter what he put on, I
thought he looked spectacular in everything. He did shock me, three times
in a row, when he opened the changing room door to reveal himself wearing
nothing but a pair of girls panties. They were different each time, but I
could only stare slack jawed. I immediately got an erection. It was a good
thing I was still holding the pile of clothes he had yet to try on.

I was surprised there wasn't drool running down my chin. I started to
question if I was a little more sexually twisted than I had realized. I
couldn't figure out why seeing Eric dressed in girl's panties was such an
arousing thing for me. I could hear him giggling behind the closed
door. When he opened the door again, I was again stunned.

This time Eric was wearing a very short plaid mini skirt, over some black
thigh high stockings, and a Baby-T that showed his stomach. He stood there,
posing, and twirling, eventually bending over, exposing his ass, and to my
shock and delight, he didn't have any underwear on under the skirt. I could
see his gorgeous ass, following the line down from his butt pucker, I could
see his hairless balls, and I could just see the head of his dick beyond
that. He stood up, and turned to face me.

"So? Whaddaya think?" He asked.

I babbled incoherently for a few seconds. Finally I stammered, "If,
um... you uh... like it."

"Yeah, but do you like it?" He asked, and no sooner than the words came
from his mouth a girl walked by on her way to another dressing room. I was
thankful that Eric wasn't still bent over displaying his naked ass. She
glanced at Eric, and looked at me, and shrugged, continuing on her way as
if the scene was perfectly normal.

Eric giggled, and closed the door. Truth be told, I did like it. Oh my god,
I liked it a little too much. Eric, completely naked, looked
spectacular. Standing there I thought to myself, with my erection growing
more uncomfortable by the moment, Eric looked incredible in anything or
with nothing on. He was a gorgeous boy, clothed or unclothed.

When he opened the door again, he was wearing a pair of black skinny jeans
with random holes, a black t-shirt, and a pair of black Vans shoes, and it
took me a second to notice the spiked leather collar around his neck, and
the spiked leather bracelets on each wrist.

My eyebrows shot up, and when he asked me if I liked it, I just about had
an orgasm in my pants. I nodded a lot, and probably drooled on my own chin
a little. The girls clothes were interesting and a no doubt arousing, but I
had always been a little bit Goth/punk myself, never really being able to
pull off EMO. Images started flashing through my mind of fucking him right
there in the changing room, and I had to stop myself from picking him up,
striping his clothes off and chewing on his nipples while he drug those
spiked leather bracelets across my skin. I actually questioned where in the
hell those thoughts were coming from, I was never into pain during sex, but
the thought of having Eric rake those spikes across me while I was balls
deep in his ass, had me ready to cum in my jeans.

He grinned, and closed the door. I was relieved, a little, except for my
erection which was now throbbing and straining painfully against my
jeans. He came out of the dressing room in his clothes, and picked through
the pile in my arms. He picked out several outfits that were almost exactly
the same as the last one he tried on, and was making a pile of them in the
dressing room. He turned around and now that I wasn't holding so many
clothes, he looked down at my bulge, and giggled.

"Did you shoot?" He whispered, nodding with his head toward the bulge in my
pants.

I looked down, and there was an obvious wet spot right where the head of my
dick was.  I shook my head no, and said, "You've got me pretty worked up,
I'm drooling over here."

Great, I thought to myself. Now I was going to have a problem getting out
of the store, and out of the mall without letting anyone see the growing
dick drool stain on my jeans. I wasn't wearing any underwear, so my dick
had been hanging down my right leg. When I got hard, it swelled and went
further down my leg, so the wet spot was just about mid thigh.

Eric realizing my predicament, said, "You can carry the bags in front of
you. That's what I do some times. I just carry something in front of me."

He gathered up the clothes he wanted, and left the others. I tried to
quickly shift my erection so that it would not continue to look like I was
concealing a salami in my jeans, but it just managed to move my bulge. The
head of my dick was now sticking out of the top of my jeans, I checked and
it was covered by the bottom of my t-shirt. Maybe people would think I
spilled something on myself. I followed Eric to the register. The girl
behind the counter started ringing up Eric's purchases.

The best description I could give of the clerk would be "vampire
tramp". She looked like she had albino skin, and had enough black mascara
smeared around her eyes she looked like a skeleton. She acted like a
zombie, finally mumbling the total to me, like she couldn't be bothered to
speak.

"$368.45" She mumbled, obviously having difficulty pronouncing words
correctly because she had several lip piercings, and a tongue ring. Eric
spotted a 0 gauge captive bead ring, under the glass of the counter and
pointed at it.

"Will that fit your... Um, you know. Will it fit?" He said looking up at
me.

"I think that's the next size up from mine. So probably." I answered
quietly, carefully avoiding the fact that I was talking about the prince
albert piercing in my dick.

To the girl behind the counter he pointed to the ring, and said we would
take it too. She dug it out of the glass display case, and added it to the
total. I handed her my card, and she finished the transaction. Dumping all
the clothes into a couple of bags, she sounded like she going to fall over
dead when she said "Thank You for shopping Hot Topic."

I thought I was going to make it out of the mall, with out further
incident, but Eric spotted Abercrombie & Fitch and nearly dragged me in
there. He bought a couple of things, and no sooner than we had gotten out
of there, he ducked into Aeropostale. I simply followed him around carrying
bags, and thankfully my erection subsiding slightly, and the dark spot on
my jeans drying so it wasn't very noticeable. After spending another couple
hundred dollars, Eric finally seemed to be finished shopping.

I carried the bags in front of me, and we managed to get out of the mall
with no one noticing my wet spot. Eric was bouncing on the balls of his
feet all the way to the car. Hopping around me and asking me what we were
going to do next. I put the clothes in the back seat of the car, and got
in. Eric was already in the passenger's seat.

He jumped over the center console and straddled me, facing me, between the
steering wheel and my chest. He leaned in and kissed me on the lips. I
couldn't fight it, hell I didn't want to fight it. I kissed him back, our
tongues twisting and flicking each other. He stopped kissing me for a
moment, and whispered in my ear, "Can we do it in the car?"

I chuckled and said, "Right here in the parking lot? In broad daylight?"

Eric didn't answer me, he just started grinding his hips back and forth,
rubbing my growing erection through my jeans, he leaned in close to me and
made a small pleading sound.

Jesus, I thought to myself, this boy was bold and horny. I had parked a
long way from any cars, but the mall had security guards that patrolled the
parking lot in golf carts. The windows on the car were dark, but weren't
completely blacked out. God knows I wanted to fuck him right here, and I
wanted him badly enough that if he asked me to fuck him on the hood in the
middle of the mall in front of everyone, I was almost desperate enough to
do it. But, I needed to use the toilet, and I was starting to get
hungry. My mind was wrestling with the choice of taking a chance on fucking
him there in the car and getting caught, or food. He was still grinding his
ass into my lap, when I reluctantly came to a decision.

"I gotta use the bathroom Eric, so let's go home, and we can do anything
you want there." I said, not really wanting to wait to get home, but it was
simply too risky to fuck him in the car.

He stopped, and sat back against the steering wheel hard enough to blow the
horn, sticking his bottom lip out. Finally he said, "Okay." and moved back
to the passenger's seat only after digging through the bags of clothes in
the back to find the spiked leather collar, and bracelets. He plopped back
into the seat and put them on. I started the car, and drove as fast as I
dared directly to our apartment.

I brought the bags of clothes out of the car, and Eric brought the
phones. I went to the toilet, and came back to find him already naked,
except for the spiked collar and cuffs. He was holding the bottle of
lube. "Now?" He asked holding up the bottle of lube.

I don't think I've ever shucked my clothes that fast in my life. I took the
lube and spread some on my already throbbing erection. I picked him up off
the floor, and with a free hand aimed my dick at his ass. I dropped him
onto me in one motion. He gasped, and grunted. I leaned my head forward and
kissed him on the shoulder, and felt the spikes from his collar brush
against my skin. He must have noticed what that feeling did to me, because
he locked his hands behind my neck and leaned back. That did two things, it
got me deeper into his ass, and the spikes on his leather cuffs dug into my
neck.

Again, I've never been the kind of person who was into pain during sex, and
I don't know if it was the combination of fucking Eric and the little bit
of a distraction the dull pointed spikes gave me, or the pain, but it felt
like my cock was going to bust completely open. The spikes didn't hurt, it
was just a different feeling. The one thing I was certain of was that I was
fucking him harder than I had before. I was pulling almost completely out
of him, and burying my cock back inside him in one shove. He had closed his
eyes and was biting his bottom lip letting his head roll back. It was
intensely erotic and had me ready to orgasm in only a few seconds.

An odd thought skipped through my head, and I almost laughed. None of my
ex-wives, or girlfriends, ever seemed to enjoy being fucked this much. I
found it odd, that there were women out there, who could have taken lessons
on having sex, from this 12 year old boy.

I climaxed, my legs turned to water, and I dropped to my knees. Every wave
that flooded through my body made me push deeper and harder into Eric. His
eyes suddenly snapped open, and he was looking at me forming an "O" with
his mouth, he started shaking, and pulled closer to me, having an orgasm of
his own. I was still spasming and was barely able to keep my eyes
focused. But when he pulled closer to me, the spikes on his cuffs, dug
deeper into the flesh of my neck. I groaned, loudly, and finally growled,
"Jesus Christ!" as another wave of pure ecstasy rushed through my body. I
pushed as deeply as I could, and Eric gasped again, and then his whole body
went limp.

I panicked, afraid I had seriously hurt him, but he had already done this
before, playing a prank on me, so I was skeptical at first. I was having
trouble holding us both up, even on my knees, I was shaking all over.

I held on to him, for several minutes. He didn't stir at all. "Okay, if
this another joke, you got me." I said, still quivering all over my
breathing ragged.  I tried again, "Eric, this isn't funny."  I said, as his
arms fell away from my neck, his head resting against my chest. "Jesus
Eric, you're really scaring me." I said trying to get him to stop
pretending, if he was pretending.

He was breathing, and I could feel his heart beating, but he was out like a
light. I pulled him off of me, and managed to carry him to the couch. He
looked like he was sleeping, but his dick was still hard.

I brushed his cheek with the back of my hand, leaning over him, and said,
"Eric, you need to wake up. Please." I was starting to panic even more. I
had certainly passed out after an orgasm, but only if I was incredibly
drunk. I tried again, "Eric, are you okay?", putting my hand on this chest,
to feel his heart beat, and breathing. I had a horrendous thought, that
maybe I had given him some kind of internal injury, fucking him so hard. I
knew it was possible, to rupture someones colon, and cause them to
hemorrhage and die. I wasn't a doctor, and didn't have a clue how to check
for that, but I assumed, that there would be blood in his ass, if there was
some kind of tear inside his rectum. I slipped a finger into his butt and
pulled it out, looking for blood. There wasn't any, basically my finger
came out covered in my semen, but there wasn't any pink in it.

"Eric, please wake up." I said again, right on the verge of freaking
completely out. His head moved, and he licked his lips, and groaned
softly. I leaned over and picked him up in my arms, and said, "Oh, thank
god."

"What happened?" He mumbled, still seeming a little out of it.

"You passed out, and scared the hell out of me." I said, still hugging him
tightly.

"Oh shit! Your neck?" He asked, now fully awake but suddenly going pale,
like he was about to pass out again. "There's blood all over the place."

I let go of him and wiped at my neck with my hand. Pulling away a smear of
blood on my finger tips. "I guess your spikes dug into me pretty deep." I
said, feeling the other side of my neck, and again coming away with blood
on my fingers.

Eric looked seriously ill, he was shaking all over, when he started saying,
"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to..." before breaking out in a cold sweat. He
closed his eyes and tears started streaming from the corners of his eyes.

"Don't worry about it Eric. Chill, it's okay. It's no big deal. I'm more
worried about why you passed out on me." I said, rubbing his cheek with the
back of my fingers.

"I... I saw spots, and then it was like a bright flash of light and that
was it." He tried to explain. Naturally, I had suffered from some blinding
pain before, in fact, when the guy at the tattoo shop pierced my left
nipple, the exact same thing happened to me. Spots, and then my vision
whited out, and I was out like a dead fish.

"Did I hurt you?" I asked, expecting him to tell me I had fucked him too
hard.

"No, it didn't hurt at all. It felt great. It was like jacking off, without
touching my dick." He responded, and after a few seconds, added, "It was
like `Bang' and I couldn't move or do anything, I was a little dizzy and
then boom, I got tingly all over and I guess I passed out."

"Well, it scared the hell out of me, seriously." I said, hoping I sounded
as relieved as I felt. "I'm sorry, I don't want to hurt you, and you need
to tell me when anything we do hurts you, cause I couldn't live with myself
if I hurt you."

"It didn't hurt at all, it felt really good. Except your neck is still
bleeding a little."  Eric said with a pained look on his face. He was
trying to avoid looking at the blood smears on my neck.

I hugged him again, and said, "It's no big deal. I've bled more when I cut
myself shaving. Actually, I didn't really notice it."

"Can we go get something to eat? I'm starving." Eric said, reaching up
hugging me and unwittingly digging the spikes of his collar into my neck,
and the spikes on his cuffs, into my back. I didn't cringe because it felt
oddly good.

He let go quickly and said, "Oops. Sorry. Maybe I should take these off."

I went to the bathroom, and cleaned up with a wet wash cloth. Eric came in
and sat on the toilet, completely without any shame. Before he was
finished, I left and went to get dressed. I found some clean cargo shorts,
and a black concert t-shirt from the Tool concert I went to last year. I
always thought the t-shirt was a little too graphic, because the Tool logo
looked like a big cock and balls shaped wrench. I slipped my feet in my
sneakers, and looked at myself in the mirror of my dresser. I was
presentable enough to go get a late lunch. I was still worried about why
Eric had passed out. It couldn't possibly be a good thing, but he didn't
seem to be affected by it.

Eric had left the bathroom, and was digging through the clothes in the
living room. After a few seconds, he came into the bedroom dressed. The
black, low rise skinny jeans would have barely covered his pubic hair, if
he had had any. There was a pair of briefs sticking up above the jeans,
that I highly suspected were actually emblazoned with Hello Kitty. He was
also wearing a metal studded belt that was probably a foot too long, the
end of it flopping around. He was just pulling on a t-shirt, that was just
barely long enough to touch the top of his jeans. He looked at me, and
studied what I was wearing. He walked over and pulled my shorts down, so
they were sagging lower than my hips, barely clinging to my ass. In fact
the only thing holding them up was my dick. He found a belt, and put it on
me, cinching is as tightly as he could. I felt a little silly, letting a 12
year old dress me. I turned back to the mirror and looked at myself.

I looked like one of those skateboarding sagger punks. All I needed was a
wallet on a chain and ball cap I could wear sideways or front to back. Eric
grinned at me, and winked. It was the first time he had winked at me, and
it was adorable.

"How do I look?" He asked, spinning around for me to see the whole outfit.

"Are those Hello Kitty panties?" I asked, looking at him with a faked
serious face.

He blushed a little, it was hard to see, but his tan simply got a little
more maroon. He nodded, and said, "They're okay aren't they?"

I laughed and said, "What ever turns you on."

"I like `em." He said pulling his shirt up, and pinching the waistband to
pull it out, allowing it to snap back.

Eric kept surprising me, at every turn. He was a quirky boy, and that just
added to the reasons I was falling even further in love with him.


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