Date: Thu, 20 May 2010 11:49:12 -0600
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Of Man and Boy 17

Of Man and Boy
by:  dnrock(dnrock@rock.com)


17: Eric Hoffman Comes Alive!

Eric learned a whole bunch that evening.  He learned Grant was a good judge
and absolutely correct.  He learned that he could trust his instincts and
those adults that proved by actions, to be as reported, trustworthy.  He
learned he could be himself, he could display his emotions and still
command the respect of his family.  He made a realization that the love
shared between him and his new family was the most important thing in the
world and it didn't need sex, drugs or religion, to make it happen.

"You Ok now son," Paul ask, follow some minutes of silence?  He asked this
because, he noticed this physical and emotional connection was beginning to
shift.  A shift to the sexual, at this point in the relationship, which
would be welcomed by Paul at almost any other time, was just not right now.
Eric would come to him, he would sexually come on to him in his own time.
That time was best driven by physical, not emotional need.

"Yes dad, I'm Okay."

"Good, then I think we have a couple of tasks.  First, ice cream and
second, book our flights."  Eric planted a firm kiss on Paul's lips.  "Yes
the boy was happy."

A day or so later Paul was spending some time off with Eric.

"I never thought diving could be so much fun.  I mean it is awesome.  It is
so cool to swim right up to those brightly colored fish and the coral, it
is fantastic," Eric said.

"I'm glad you like it and proud of how quickly you got the hang of
everything.  I don't just mean diving but in no time at all you have become
a competent power boat sailor," Paul said.

"I may be a certified diver but I got a long way to go before I am a true
sailor," Eric admitted.

"True, but you are learning something new every day.  Bring us to 095, I
think we should start for Charlotte.  Keep her about 10 knots," Captain Dad
advised.

Eric was not sure which craft he liked best.  The Niño del Muchacho or its
little brother the Pequeño Niño del Muchacho.  It is the natural conflict
every teenager has to deal with, size and power or speed and agility.
Today it was size and power.

The diving school had been held in Croki Bay, just west of Croki Point on
St. Thomas' northeast coast.  Following the dive they were taking the Niño
del Muchacho to the marina for storage, while Paul escorted Eric to
Montana.

"Dad, dad come quick!"  Paul appeared in the wheel house, "Look over there,
is that sail boat in trouble or something?  What do those flags mean?"

He had spotted a power/sail boat on the north side of the channel, between
St. Thomas and Thatch Cay. Paul picked up the telescope for a good look.

"Yes they are listing, have way to much canvas on or no, nobody at the
helm.  The pennants say: distress (blue and white checkered) and I am in
distress (horizontal blue, white, red, white and bleu bars).  That's odd
one usually only uses one not both.  Oh well, is the scanner on, no May
Day?"

"Check, scanner on, no May Day."  Eric looked over at the marine radio.

"Better kick it up to full power and alter your course for an intercept.
Pay close attention to the sea state.  What do you see," Paul asked?

"Swells are low and wave height slight.  That means we can pull up next to
her on the windward side since she is listing port or leeward," Eric
replied.

"That is very good.  Watch the radar and throttle back at about 500 meters
distance."

As they got closer Paul could make out the name of the craft, it was Sirius
IV.  He tried to hail her on the VHF but got no response.  She is about 10
meters in length and Sloop rigged.  It looks like she was near dead in the
water, so her diesel must not be operating.  All three sails (Main, Jib and
Genoa) were set but were not catching any wind to speak of.  Paul wondered
why the list to starboard.  He wondered why the keel was not keeping her
right.  Probably taking water he thought but as they approached the list
seemed to be lessening, but she was still adrift and no crew could be seen.

Paul took the controls and sent Eric on deck to handle the bow line.  He
haled the Sirius IV, using the loud speaker mounted on the outside of the
wheel house.  Almost sending Eric into the sea, when he jumped, as he was
not expecting it.  Paul deployed the bumpers and reversed the props to
stop; just as a young girl, about 14, came on Sirius' fantail, followed by
a boy about 10 and a woman; who had all the signs no a nervous break down,
distort look, hand ringing and babbling, with no one paying her any heed.

The boy ran forward to take Eric's line and the girl prepared in the stern.
Paul raced back and heaved her the line.  She was good and secured it well
and fast.

"It's my dad, he is having a heart attack," the girl called.

"Eric bring my kit!"

Paul jumped onto the stern deck and pushed the lady aside.  Eric was right
behind him, followed by the highly distort lady.  The boy and girl wisely
stayed on the stern deck.

The man was in some extreme pain, chest, right arm, all the usual signs,
including difficulty breathing.  It had started about 15 minutes before,
someone told Paul.

"Now sir, I am Dr. Stum, I want you to try and relax by taking long deep
breaths, like you are hyperventilating, can you do that?"

The man groaned but began breathing deeply and quickly.  The idea is to get
a much oxygen into the blood as possible, as quickly as possible.  Even if
the blood flow is diminished, at least what moves is good stuff.

Paul reached into his bag, took three aspirins, crushed them into a small
cup.

"Water" Paul side looking at Eric who produced a bottle of same.  It had
been laying on the floor.

"Drink," Paul commanded and the man drank, making a bit of a face. "Keep
breathing deeply."

Paul had no supplies.  It is important to get a hart attack patient to help
as quickly as possible.

Paul told Eric to radio the Coast Guard and ask for help.  Just tell them
the situation and our location.  Eric scramble up the steps, through the
hatch an jumped onto the Niño del Muchacho in what appeared to be one
motion.

"Son, come in here a minute,"

Paul shouted to the boy, who poked his head into the open hatch.  Go abroad
the Niño del Muchacho and tell Eric to bring my scuba mask, regulator and
a fresh tank, can you do that?"

"Aye, Aye sir" and he was gone.

"Young lady I want you to take your mother and help her get settled on the
Niño del Muchacho."  he turned to the mother, "I prescribe a good stiff
brandy, you'll find it.  Sit and try and compose yourself.  Go, go."  She
went.

"Now sir, as soon as the Coast Guard gets here we will take you to the
hospital.  Here, this is not quite as good as a real oxygen mask but it
will help."

He pushed the mouth piece into his mouth and turned on the regulator.

"I know it hurts but do try and relax," Paul said.

"Dad the Coast Guard is on their way.  They said 10 minutes at most," Eric
informed.

"Good, now lets get things organized.  Go and get the girl and help her get
the family's ID's money credit cards etc., from here over to the Niño del
Muchacho.  What's you name son?"

"Kirk, Kirk Ulfan."

"Kirk Ulfan, I'm Dr. Stum and that is my oldest son Eric.  I need you to
stay here with your dad, make sure he is breathing well, any problems you
let out a real banshee yell, can you do that?"

"Yes sir, I mean Aye, Aye sir."

"Aye, he is a good lad and cute too.  Note it well Eric, how respectful he
is to the old captain."

Paul was doing is Long John Silver imitation again.  Kirk was unsure until
Eric laughed, than he laughed.  Paul started up the steps while Eric shook
the boy's hand and whispered.

"That's his Long John Silver imitation, he does that all the time, thinks
he's a pirate or something."  Kirk smiled and Eric followed his dad.  The
Coast Guard was in sight and Paul raced to the radio.

The girls name was Ricki.  Paul sent her over for their necessary
belongings.  Mrs. Ulfan was a bit calmer now and gave Paul a brief rundown
on what happened.

"I think it important to get Mr. Ulfan to the hospital as quickly as we
can, so I propose to take him and you in the Niño del Muchacho.  Eric,
Ricki and Kirk can bring the Sirius IV in with the Coast Guard's help.  We
are in a rush, they need not be.  Does your engine work?"

"Yes, but I don't know how to work it," Mrs. Ulfan said.

"No problem the Coast Guard people can get that organized and escort them
in.  I think at full tilt we will be faster than that tub they sent us."

Now that tub was a small and relatively new craft complete with firepower
and lots of speed.  In fact it is probably faster than the Niño del
Muchacho but Paul was not about to split hairs.

In no time at all, but it seemed like forever, they were under way.
Mr. Ulfan was still on the assisted breathing device, laying on a stretcher
on the floor of the lounge.  The Niño del Muchacho was plowing the sea at
full throttle toward Charlotte Amalie's Government Wharf (Called KIng's
Wharf or Port Authority Wharf) and the Coast Guard station, as well as a
waiting Ambulance.

After the Coast Guardsmen moved Mr. Ulfan, they assisted the young people
in taking down the sails and escorted them to port.  This was much to
Eric's relief, since he had no idea what to do with sails and surly did not
want to display that ignorance in font of a not bad looking girl, of the
same age grouping.

Eric and Ricki hit it off, right off.  Eric is good looking and personable
and did help in rescuing her, well her father.  She was slim, curved in all
the right places, had a bright smile, blue eyes and a killer smile.  Eric's
crotch was in full bulge and his tight swim suite displayed it all.  Eric
could not have helped himself even if he wanted to, he didn't.

Kirk was in awh of the older teen boy and followed him around like a puppy.
Eric liked the attention.  He was not quite sure what to make of it at
first but soon got over his shyness.  By the time they docked he was
already plotting how to get in her pants; he knew he could have Kirk's ass
for the asking.

Eric had never had to seduce or woo a girl or boy for that matter.  He
cousins had put out for him as he for them and the adults in his old
family.  Once in bed he knew exactly what to do and how to do it very well.
It was the getting there he was not sure of, no experience at that.  In
fact, Eric lacked in many social skills but he is a fast learner, didn't
dad say so.

It turned out Ricki has a fair bit of sailing experience and could handle
the sails and the helm but if this handsome boy wanted to take over that
was all right with her.  She figured he knew the waters better than she
did.  Not true as we know but a logical assumption on her part.  One, Eric
made no effort to correct either.  They just followed the Coast Guard as
best they could.  With no sales set and just the diese, the Siris IV could
make about 8 knots.

She did have the social experience to know that handsome, especially shy
boys like Eric, needed to be aggressively sought after.  Not to
aggressively but aggressively never the less.  Kirk knew his sister and her
approach to boys.  He would need to make his presence known over and over
again, if he was to achieve any kind of male recognition from an older
adolescent, otherwise she would hog it all.

Through the magic of cell phones, Paul had been in contact with Eric giving
him instructions so he knew exactly what he was to do.  He also contacted
the marina instructing them to have staff at the Coast Guard station ready
to bring both boats to the yacht club.

Once in port Eric quickly went abroad the Niño del Muchacho to change his
swimsuit into unbelievably tight white spandex shorts and T-shirt.  Under
the shorts he put on a white thong.  He slipped on his chain and caduceus
and placed his wallet in his waistband.

If fourteen year old girls are impressed with what's between a fourteen
year old boy's legs, she will be greatly so.  At least that is what he
though about the subject.  He also picked up shorts and a T for dad who was
confined to scrubs at the moment.  Neither Kirk or Ricki seemed to notice
but than they had both seen him in his Speedo, which is far more revealing.
Mostly Ricki was interested in boys two or three years older than herself.
Her parents were not interested in her desires.  In his case, they had no
choice but in this case, they were about the same age.

Girls mature faster or earlier than boys, unless the boys start puberty
early.  In this Eric was in the middle, he began ejaculating in the middle
of his eleventh year.  Boys can begin as early as nine and a half.  The
average for boys to ejaculate is twelve and a bit.  Males begin puberty
about a year to a year and a half before their first ejaculation.  She was
not much ahead of him or shall we say, he caught up.

Between Ricki and Kirk, Eric was peppered with questions.  The bulk he
could answer truthfully.  Some others he just had to fib a bit.  Simon and
Tim had been coaching him on how to answer questions that required some
fibbing in a consistent way.  For example, he had a little brother, no
other siblings.  He did not wish to talk about his biological parents, to
painful.  He grew up on a ranch, but this one was in Montana not New
Mexico.  No, he didn't have a girlfriend, no close friends on St. Thomas
yet, he has only been with his foster father a few months and so on.

They sat in the waiting room outside the Cardiac Ward: Mom the wife, son
and daughter.  Desperate for some definitive word about their father and
husband.  Paul came out in his scrubs to collect his clothing.  All he
would say was, it looks good but I am not a cardiac man.  He suggested Eric
take the kids for a tour of the hospital and over to his office.  He handed
him a 20, reminding him where the best ice cream store in town was.  Once
they left he took Mrs. Ulfan inside.  Paul introduced her to the cardiac
specialist, so he could explain everything.

Mr. Ulfan would make a recovery but would need to stay in the hospital for
several days.  He did not think it wise to sail home.  The children could
see him in the morning.  They wanted him to sleep now.

"You may not know this but Paul's quick action with the aspirin and
assisted breathing probably saved his life and went a long way to
minimizing the damage."

Mrs. Ulfan was impressed with Paul all right, she was also impressed with
Eric, who took over her children's care and brought their boat in safely.
Eric was quick to point out that Ricki and Kirk were able bodied sailors in
their own right and the Coast Guard did help quite a bit.  She was
impressed with the humility displayed by both dad and son.  She was even
more impressed the next day when the legend of Dr. Stum was explained to
her, by none other then the administrator.

They all of course wanted to thank Paul and Eric who were now gone on their
trip to Montana.  It was Dr. Paull that suggested what kind of gesture
would be most appreciated, after he learned Mr. Ulfan's company produced
toys and children's books.  Kirk and Ricki went up to the children ward for
a quick inspection.  They knew just what to do, starting by a stream of
e-mails to Eric with invitations for him, oh yes Paul and his little
brother too, to visit them in Tampa.

Much later that day, Paul climbed into his bed and fell asleep in seconds.
After all it had been fully packed.  Not that he didn't enjoy the
excitement and challenges.  He did, more than he would admit to anyone
else.  He had a good time diving, he always did.  Eric's performance in
acing his test and becoming certified on his first attempt was a proud
moment.  The adrenaline rush of emergency medicine and racing at full
throttle to the hospital was exciting.  Knowing you did good by your
patient is exciting.  Watching your new son perform under pressure and
perform well, was exciting.  All this excitement and making final
preparations for your impending departure to Montana the next afternoon,
was just draining.  Paul was so wacked he didn't even masturbate.
Something he almost always does when he has no sleeping partner.

Paul was sprawled face up on his huge bed.  He was spread eagle in the
middle his manhood at full erection while his sleeping mind enjoyed some
erotic dream or another.  In the boy's bedroom Eric too was asleep, he did
masturbate before drifting off to dream.  His dreams were a true mixed bag.
He dreamed of making love, although is was lustful sex with Ricki and Kirk.
He dreamt of sex with his clients and relatives, of his father commanding
him to ride his cock of his brother, forcing his long hard penis into his
unwilling mouth.  He dreamt of having sex with his mother and aunts and
cousins.  He woke, he cried sobbing into his pillow, longing for another
person to share his emotions with, but he was alone.

Awake he remembered how he would wake up in the middle of the night at his
old home.  His older brother would comfort him in the only way he knew how.
He would fuck his face with his fat cock.  Eric realized for the first
time, this was not because his brother was being mean to him, he realized
that was all he knew, all he had ever known.  His brother was much older,
well four years, his body was smooth and hairless like Eric's.  Eric knew,
he had seen it happen, the wax removal of his body hair.  He had seen the
pain in his eyes.

It was not all bad.  He liked sex with his brother too.  They would
sixty-nine for hours tenderly licking each other's maleness.  Deep
throating and tracing the entire length and width of each other penises
with their tongues.  Eric would grasp the penis with his small hands and
let his tongue play with the sensitive head pressing into the urethra and
the slowly sallow its entire length, hold it in his throat and slowly let
it withdraw.  This was always a highlight in the films they made.  He had
to admit he loved the feeling of a large cock in his ass, he loved the
feeling of his cock in any hole it could find.  Mouth, anus, virgin all the
same to him.  Well not quite, nothing like a boy ass, small, hard, smooth
and receptive.  He liked his younger female cousins too.  Their vaginas'
were tight, hot and slick.  Eric liked the taste of semen.  He missed not
having a load or two a day down his throat.  He masturbated again licking
the delivery from his fingers and fell back asleep.

Paul began to wake up very early, the sky was just brightening.  He
absentmindedly reached out and pulled his boy tighter to his chest.  That's
when he woke completely up.  Grant was in Montana!

Eric snuggled his small tight butt against Paul's morning erection
encouraging the stiff cock to slide in his cleft.  He did not appear to
wake up.  Paul was glad his new son had joined him but he was just a bit
concerned as to why.  Did he want sex or just company, both of which he was
ready, willing and able to supply.  His concern was simply from need, from
desire, from loneliness but not from obligation, approval or payment.

Paul had fallen back asleep, coming around again in that half dream half
awake state he began kissing Eric on the back of the neck and shoulders.
Eric began to move and turning his head slightly Paul kissed his ear and
cheek, all the while keeping the boy wrapped in his arms.  Eric pulled one
of Paul's hands to his crotch, to his full boy erection all five and a half
by one inch thick of it.

"I take it you are here for more than just a little company," Paul
whispered.

"Mummmm yep."  Eric wiggled his ass just a bit, pressing it tighter into
Paul's groin.

"You know, well you don't know but I am about to tell you, that when I was
your age, just 14, I marched into my father's bedroom, climbed into his bed
and I didn't sleep alone again until I went away to university," Paul told
him.

"That sounds good to me, but you did say you would never force me."

"Yes, I wasn't forced, it just worked out that way.  I guess I am outlining
some of the possible consequences of decisions made today.  Look at it this
way, if we have a sexual relationship it changes the dynamic of our family.
I am not suggesting it will be good or bad, just different," Paul
explained.

"I know, I've been thinking about it a lot.  I don't know how to deal with
things.  I am learning, I am trying.  When I was with Ricki and Kirk
yesterday I realized how much fun it was to be with others in a non sexual
way.  I wanted sex with both of them, mostly Ricki, but I realized that
would only complicate things.  I also realized sex had nothing to do with
how they looked at you and me.  Am I making any sense," Eric asked?

"Oh ya, a whole heap.  So you think you can keep your roles, son and lover
separated more or less anyway," Paul asked?

"Yes, I guess.  Is there a difference between being a lover and a sex toy,"
Eric asked?

"Yes Eric, a big difference.  It is a matter of power.  Being some man's
sex toy, is giving him the power.  Being some persons lover, is more like
power sharing, sex is the physical sharing of an emotional state.
Sometimes it is like the glue that holds the parts together.  Lovers and
the parent/child relationships are founded on the same principals: trust,
respect and affection.  There are some times when the parent must pull rank
or use his power to protect the child.  Lovers must never do that and must
take care to keep the two situations separated," Paul explained.

They went into the bathroom for mroning hygiene it was in the shower that
Paul made his first move on Eric.  The condo has a very large tub with two
shower heads or could be filled with bubbling water.  It had two small
sinks with huge mirrors and the usual toilet.  Eric ran out to get his
tooth brush and quickly returned.  He wanted to stand next to Paul and do
exactly what he did.  Except he didn't need to shave yet but he could
watch.  "Just like Grant," Paul mused to himself.

Paul pointed to the shower and Eric stepped in.  Paul adjusted the water
flow for one an then the other shower heads.  As the warm water splashed on
their bodies from both sides Paul washed his boy's hair, rubbing his
fingers rapidly against the lad's scalp bringing giggles and laughter to
his changing voice.  A voice that ranged all over the place not having
settled into one register yet.  The poor kid never knew what sound was to
emanate from his bow shaped mouth when he opened it.

Eric grabbed the shampoo away from Paul, reached up to reciprocate.  Paul
didn't much care for this but it was only fair.  Here they stood toe to
toe, warm water splashing on their backs, Eric's long thin arms stretched
up to Paul's head.  His body was open to his man now.  Paul stepped back a
bit to rinse his hair and Eric followed to assist by running his fingers
through the short blond strands.  The were both erect, penises jutting out
from their lean flat bodies like swords.  Paul leaned in and down while
Eric's arms were fully extended and kissed him on the lips, pressing his
tongue into the lad's mouth.  Eric knew what to do, he was experienced and
pressed back dueling with Paul.  His outstretched arms clamping around
Paul's neck and Paul arms engulfed the lad around his back pulling their
groins together.

Eric could feel a tingling sensation running from his lips to his crotch
something he had not felt much before.  Before this kissing was a
mechanical process, you were told to kiss like that for the cameras.  This
was different in many ways, most it was different because it was by choice.
He wanted to be here in this place with this man.  He wanted to feel his
kisses and his body close to him.  He wanted to feel what delights this man
would give him next.

Paul broke the embrace, took up a bar of soap and began covering Eric's
body with it.  Slowly and gently moving his soap covered hands over his
body finding ever fold or corner.  When Paul's soap covered fingers pressed
into his anus it almost took his breath away, it felt oh so good, oh so
nice, oh so exciting.  Paul turned him around to face the water stream,
wrapped his arms around Eric, dropping his left hand to his penis.  It was
hard and stiff, the head was poking out of the partly retracted foreskin.

Paul gently slid the foreskin back and with his right hand reached for a
small tube of special, very mild bath gel.  He slowly and deliberately but
with extreme gentleness cleaned Eric's manhood.  Finishing Paul slowly drew
his hands up the boy's body toward his shoulders this caused Eric to lean
back resting his head against Paul's chest.  Paul gave his nipples several
quick flicks with his nimble fingers.  No pinches, but little flicks, they
immediately stiffened and became erect.  This too sent tingles through
Eric's body and combined with the tingling from the water splashing on his
erect penis and hairless scrotum he thought he would come any moment.

"My turn," Paul said, braking the mood by handing Eric the soap.  Paul knew
exactly what he was doing.  His intention was to build up the anticipation
of ejaculation to the highest possible state before he allowed his new
pupil the rapture of climax.

Under ordinary conditions Paul would have gladly made love right in the
shower.  Not today, not now, not with this being his first time with this
boy.  This time it had to be special.  Not special for Paul but special for
Eric.  There is a myth in society that you never forget your first fuck.
That is bullshit.  You will quickly forget it if that is all it is, just
some ordinary, uninspired and perhaps only marginally satisfying action.
You may remember the lessons learned about how to improve the experience or
what didn't work and what did but as an experience to remember, not.  You
will vividly remember your first really good fuck and you will vividly and
even relive in your fantasy all your outstanding fucks.  In Eric's case
Paul had no way to tell what he remembered.  Having been sexually exploited
in one way or another since before he could remember, who is to know, not
even him.

What Paul did know was, this time and in this place, it had to be special,
it had to be memorable.  Paul needed Eric to want a repeat performance,
because it was that good and for no other reason.  That repeat performance
was not necessary with him, although that would be nice; no, it was
important for Eric's re-socialization.  Paul knew it was the shortest path.

He knew Eric knew the joy of giving others joy.  Something he had lots of
experience with.  What he needed to do was two fold; make sure he received
joy in full measure, for no other reason than he is who he is and that both
the giving and receiving are independent of any non-voluntary obligations.

Paul and Eric dried each other laughing and giggling like little kids.
Paul placed Eric on the bed and began worshiping his body.  His hands and
lips explored every square inch of smooth teen skin.  He kept the lad at a
fever pitch backing off four or five times just before Eric's explosive
ejaculation.  Smothering his frequent requests for relief or active
participation with kisses and a probing tongue.

Paul bid the boy roll over and assume the position.  His ass in the air,
his face on the bed, his legs spread at forty five degrees.  Paul pressed
his tongue into the boy anus sending shivers up and down his spine and
through his groin.  This was obviously something he had little experience
at receiving.  Eric for his part could easily relax his sphincter letting
the probing tongue explore.  Paul applied a good measure of KY using his
fingers to further work over the boy's already charged prostrate.  He
wanted Eric to ejaculate while he fucked him.  He was also highly charged
with anticipation and doubted his ability to fully control his own climax.
"Now keep you hands off yourself and let me do the work," Paul told him.

Paul pressed his long hard cock in.  It entered easily and smoothly.  Eric
knew just how to take it.  He knew just when to clamp down on the invader
for maximum effect.  Paul began reciting, in his head, the muscles of the
lower body.  That was his way of controlling his own anticipation.  He
fucked in long slow stroked three quarters of his length making sure to
engage the prostrate as much as possible in both directions.  His hands
drifted over the boy's buttocks and back.  He bent over kissing his back
along the spine up to the nape of the neck.  Eric's breathing quickened and
he began to babble.  That was the sign Paul was looking for he quickened
his pace grasping Eric's hips and ramming his swollen cock hard with short
half length strokes.  Eric began to come sending shots of ejaculate across
the bed.  Paul let himself go filling him with his thick white cream.  Eric
clamped down hard almost trapping the invading cock inside him than he
relaxed and so did the invader.