Date: Fri, 4 Jun 2010 00:22:31 -0600
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Of Man And Boy 19

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


19: Summer Adventures

If Paul was to give up his new son's company for the balance of the summer,
which by the way, is hurricane season, he felt it necessary to strengthen
their bond as quickly as possible.  He also though it wise to give him a
chance at some of the experiences Grant has had over the past months.

Unlike Grant this boy had parents that were living, as well as a large
extended family, all be it in deep shit with the law.  He was not a gift
from the sea, from Poseidon, as Grant had been.  He had not been abandon or
ripped from his parents, he separated by choice.  This boy was snatched,
literally from the streets, no gods looked out for him, only demigods like
himself.  It is possible he could be snatched away from him.  Possible
perhaps, but not without one hell of a fight, that was for sure.  He had no
doubt that his influence would be positive and ultimately welcomed by him.
He had no doubt that the lad needed him and his network to help him.  He
knew he only had four turbulent years to work his magic and this was magic,
not science.

When the lad is 18 he would be free to leave, if he chose.  He knew, like
his understanding of his name sake, this boy was a free spirit.  He knew
that unlike his name sake, this lad had been badly hurt.  Unlike the
physical hurts he was so skilled at healing, this hurt was not directly
accessible to his medicine.  In fact, he had no nostrum or potent that
could even remotely be effective.  His only real hope was that he was in
error on one score.  He hoped that the gods had been looking out for him
and that is why he was scooped from the streets in the first place.  Was it
hubris or was it blind self confidence that set him on this course of
someone else's resurrection?  Was he setting himself up to fail?  Was it
possible that the unthinkable could be thought?  This was a child in need,
it was unthinkable not to apply every resource at his command to assist.
Success or failure were not his to award but not giving 100% to the effort,
come what may, is not an option.

Since this boy had been so completely immersed in sexual activities for the
better part of his fourteen years, Paul had determined it was unwise to be
overly restrictive.  He did not like the idea of Eric giving it away or
prostrating himself.  He did not like the idea of him filling his natural
needs with what ever opportunity came along.  Reciprocity is another
matter.  He was confident Grant would share on the same basis.  In effect
Grant had already made that commitment to Eric, although Eric probably did
not realize it.

Paul knew his dad would be supportive, kind and gentle.  He would not take
advantage of the lad.  He never took advantage of him and does not of
Grant.  His dad would not turn Eric away from his bed if approached, but
that approach would need to be made by the boy himself.  Since the Eric was
experienced it would be easy to train his as a man's boy.  It would be much
harder to teach him to love and to allow himself to be loved.  He knew
Gerald would show him how to interact without sex.  Grant would help him
over the pure lust of being a teenager.  He needed to continue to show him
how good man/boy sex can be, when it is shared and voluntary.

There in lay the rub.  It was easy to over heat a teenagers already hot and
hormone driven.  It is more difficult to do that without being obvious
about it.  It would be simple to use pharmaceuticals in the assistance of
this but not with this boy.  He already had more experience with these
things than many adults.  He had come to his bed on his own, now Paul
needed to solidify that so he would stay, only because he wanted to.

These thoughts ran through Paul's active mind as they lifted off from
Atlanta heading for Chicago.  Eric was asleep in the seat beside him, the
window seat.  Paul could see his slacks pulled tight across his groin and
the lads erection growing and subsiding while he dreamt.  His hand dropped
to the boy's leg and he gently toyed with his knee.  The reaction in Eric's
crotch was predictable and desirable.  Paul's anus tingled with
anticipation, he squirmed in his seat.

"A couple of fucks like we had last night and his ass is mine," he thought.
"Maybe just maybe a couple of more fucks like last night and his heart will
be mine too, at least temporarily.  God he is a beautiful boy, even the
braces don't detract from his smile.  Grant is still a little boy, he is
cute but Eric is a handsome and sexy adolescent, with a grace and poise not
usually found in teens of his age.  He turns the heads of all the girls and
most of the men and boys.  His smile engages and combined with the tasteful
clothing, medium length hair and natural tan they can't take their eyes
off."  These were his thoughts as the aircraft slipped into the holding
pattern over Lake Michigan.

As the Captain throttled back the jet made a whooshing sound which woke
sleeping beauty.

"I'm sorry dad, I guess I fell asleep."

"No need to apologize, traveling can be very tiring, just the doing of it.
Travel is stressful as is anticipation, stress zaps energy."

Eric was looking out the window into the blackness of the cloud filled
night.  The marker strobes reflecting from the shrouding mist.  For some
reason this seemed to fascinate him and he stared, straining into it.
Without warning the clouds broke.  The holding pattern is a slow spiral
from the ±30,000 feet of flight to glide path altitude ±2,500.  Now the
lights of the Chicago metropolitan area snapped into focus.  The blackness
of the lake shore, dotted with the light of boats and ships, standing in
contrast to the lights of Lake Shore Drive and the Loop.  Eric was as
excited as Grant had been.  This too was his first time seeing such a
magnificent site, of seeing the signs of so much humanity in one place at
one time.  Unlike Grant, in addition to the excitement of discovery and the
wow of seeing such wonders, he became very emotional.  Eric was feeling
feelings he hand no experience with, feelings this intense.  His emotions
were running at top speed and he did not understand why.

Paul placed his hand on the lad's shoulder and slowly moved it across his
back.  This was not the touch of passion but the affection of a parent.  To
Eric, it too was magic, sending his hormones into overdrive.  Sending his
emotions on a roller coaster ride.  The touch sent little shock waves
through his body.  He felt love and exhilaration, he felt wonder and joy,
he felt belonging.  His emotions were out of control as tears streamed from
his eyes.  He did not know why he was crying, these hot salty tears.  Paul
knew, Paul understood the effect of puberty on the young personalities.  He
smiled and pulled the boy into his body.  "Some sight isn't it," was all he
said.  It was all that was needed.  The one thing for sure was not to
embarrass the boy in the least.  He knew this was not an average reaction,
he did not need Paul to tell him that.  Paul smiled to himself keeping his
hand on the boy's arm.

"Yes," he thought, "his heart will be mine too."

His boy, his Eric, was emotionally unprotected, his emotional state open
and ready to feel the connection of another person.  If that person be him
so much the better.  Teenagers can feel deeper and more intense emotionally
than any other time in their lives.  They need a lot of extra sleep too,
being an adolescent is a lot of hard work.  Those are just facts of life
with an adolescent of either gender.  Their frontal lobes are reconfiguring
themselves from the child to the adult circuitry.  Things don't work quite
like they did before, it is a real learning experience.  It is a marvel to
behold by those that study such things.  Pediatricians are often engaging
just such situations and the more Paul learns about them the better
physician he will make.

Two of the most important ways young people develop into adults, is through
play and emulation.  That is how they learn to deal with the adult world
and how they practice those lessons.  That is how Paul learned, by
emulating his dad and Gerald.  That is how his boys will learn by emulating
him and their grandfathers.  At 14 Eric was not too old or mature to
completely reject the fantasy would of play but old enough to recognize it
for exactly what it was.

Paul capitalized on this upheaval by making his presence in the lad's life
increasingly important.  Having napped on the plane, Eric was primed up and
ready to go when they arrived at the Palmer House.  He had been all eyes on
the ride in and wide eyed at his first sight of the lobby's opulence.  He
had never seen anything like it before, except in pictures and movies on
the small screen.

"Dad, I, um, you know, I don't want you to take this the wrong way but, I
kind of need some, um, physical time."

Eric was standing in his low rise boxer briefs his erection straining at
the stretch material.  He stood in front of the nearly full length mirror
reflecting his tight ass, the white material emphasizing the contours and
cleft.  Paul was naked standing across the room.

"Yes, I see that and as you can see I'm in the same condition, shall we?"

Paul pointed at the bed with a wide smile on his face.  Eric crossed the
room in two strides their bodies crushing into each other.  Paul quickly
worked his briefs to the floor and began fondling Eric's, large for his
age, erection.

"Want a little oral relief before the main event," Paul whispered.

Before he could respond, Paul swallowed his penis down to the base, letting
the head find a place in the confines of his throat.  He swallowed and
worked his throat muscles on Eric's swollen cock head.  Eric let out a low
moan, and as Paul held on to his hips, he felt his body relax and his knees
weaken.  Eric gripped Paul's head tightly.  Paul slowly began bobbing his
face up and down on the solid cock, taking him all the way down to the base
and then sliding back, swirling his tongue all over the swollen, precome
slicked shaft.

Eric was moaning louder and louder and Paul felt his balls tighten.  He was
rapidly approaching orgasm, so Paul stopped, pulling down on his taut sac.
He released Eric's cock from his mouth and looked up at him.  "Not yet,
stud," he said, and grabbing his hips, Paul turned him around.

It was Paul's turn to moan, as he was presented with Eric's perfect, small
round ass.  Two smooth, muscular globes stood before him, a beautiful sight
I had not seen for several hours.  Paul couldn't wait to get back inside
him, to open those cheeks and spread his hole apart.  Paul rubbed his
hairless cheeks, squeezing them tightly.  They were lighter than the rest
of his body, a faint but sexy tan line that caused his already hard cock to
throb even more and ooze copious amounts of precome.

Paul placed my fingers at the crack of his ass, at his slit; he grabbed his
muscular flesh and pulled his cheeks apart, exposing his tight, small
sphincter.  Paul leaned forward and stuck out his tongue, dragging it up
and down the hairless, exposed crack.  He then focused on the hole itself,
the small, brown entrance of pleasure.

Paul made his tongue into a point and shoved it into Eric's hole. He
groaned loudly, gripping the desk tightly and pushing his ass back against
Paul's invading tongue.  Paul slowly tongue fucked his tight ass, shoving
his tongue at least an inch deep into his hole, encouraging the strong
muscle of his sphincter to relax and open up.  Eric was well schooled he
knew how to relax his body to make entrance easier and his partner's
pleasure greater.

Paul turned Eric around again and slid his hand up between his thighs.  His
fingers explored the area behind Eric's scrotum, and he worked them up
between his ass cheeks.  As Paul swallowed his cock again, he slid one and
then two fingers into his hole.  Paul sucked his cock and fingered his ass,
gently working a third digit into his pleasure passage.  Eric moaned and
grunted, thrusting his penis forward into Paul's mouth and his ass backward
onto his fingers.  They had both done this before, not with each other but
that didn't matter they were both lost in sexual ecstasy.

"Yes, yes," Eric moaned. "Suck me, God, yes."

Paul jabbed his fingers again and again into his hole, poking and prodding
at his prostate.  He twisted them around to loosen him up even further,
stretching his ass in preparation for his fuck.

"Fuck me," he groaned.

Paul pressed his middle and index fingers down on his prostate, rubbing the
tips back and forth. His precome filled Paul's mouth.

"PLEASE FUCK ME," Eric begged. "I need to feel you in me again."

Paul released his cock from him mouth and gently removed his fingers from
his tight ass.

"You sure, baby?" he asked, knowing that he wanted it, but he liked to hear
him say it. "Tell me what you want."

"Please, Junior," he whimpered. "I want your huge cock back inside me. It's
been too long.  Please fuck me."

"Yes my boy," Paul said smiling.

He stood up and turned him around, bending him over on his bed.  He slid
his swollen cock tip up the crack of his ass and placed it against his
winking hole.  Paul's cock throbbed eagerly; his desire to get into his ass
grew.  He teased the lad for a dew seconds and reached for the lubricant
prepared his key and Eric's key hole.

Paul pressed forward.  His cock head slowly forced his tight sphincter
apart; Eric breathed in sharply. "Relax, baby," Paul muttered, running my
hand gently over his back.

His hole opened, spreading for him.  Paul's cock head made it through the
tight muscle of his rectum, and his hole clamped down on him tightly.  Paul
closed his eyes and threw his head back, letting out a satisfied sigh.

"So nice," he said, slowly feeding his long, shaft into Eric.

Paul reached around Eric and brought his hands up to his shoulders from the
front, using the extra leverage to pull him down onto himself as he slowly
pushed up into him.  A few inches of his cock were now inside him, and his
broad head throbbed heavily against his prostate.  Eric shuddered and
slumped back against him.  Paul nibbled on his ear, still sliding into his
tight hole.

"You like that?" he asked. "You like having me inside of you again?"

Eric nodded, moaning contentedly. "I love having you inside me," he said,
his head lolling back on Paul's shoulder.

Paul was now fully inside him, every inch of his tool was inside Eric's
14-year-old ass.  Paul wrapped his arms around his upper body and pulled
him tight.  He pulled his hips back and then thrust them forward, slowly
fucking his ass.  As Eric's ass opened, as he grew accustomed to the
invading phallus, Paul picked up the pace.  He was fucking him with long,
deep strokes.  Paul pulled back until nearly his entire shaft was out of
his hole and then shoved it back in.  Back and forth over Eric's prostate
he drove his cock, pounding the tight hole.

Paul let go of Eric, and his body slumped forward so that he was leaning
over the bed.  He put his hands down to hold himself up, raising his ass
higher into the air in the process.  Paul leaned over his smooth, muscular
body and started fucking him harder.  He pounded his 9" cock deep into his
ass again and again.  Eric moaned repeatedly, pushing his ass back, Paul
fucking him deep and hard.

Paul's balls bounced and slapped loudly on his beautiful, round ass--his
beautiful round ass.

"Does it feel good, baby?" Paul asked Eric, leaning over him and pausing in
his fuck.

Paul was a little more than halfway inside of him, and his cock head rested
heavily on Eric's prostate.  Paul rotated his hips, keeping constant
pressure on his go-spot.  He felt Eric's body shudder.

"Yes," Eric grunted. "Having you inside me again feels so good.  I love
your cock."

"I love your ass, baby," Paul said, pulling back all the way until his cock
popped out of the stretched hole.

Eric's ass opened and closed; the hole started to shrink.  Paul shoved
forward, sticking his cock back in and resuming.

Eric and Paul were both moaning constantly now.  His muscle ass twitched
and gripped Paul's cock, pulling him in, milking him. Eric whimpered
loudly, and Paul felt his ass spasm on his cock harder than before.  He was
going to cum.

"Do it, beautiful," Paul growled.

Eric pushed back on Paul, taking him even deeper and let out a strangled
groan.  Paul gripped his hips, holding himself up as he rested his body on
Eric's.  His body twitched and shuddered, and his thin, 6-inch teen cock
spewed its watery load.

"In you or on you," Paul inquired working his cock into his hole again and
again.  Paul's movements became erratic and jerky as the orgasm began to
spread through his body.  His knees were weakening, and he grabbed onto
Eric for support.

"In me," he gasped panting and purring like a cat at the same time.

That was all Paul needed to hear, and his balls busted, unleashing rope
after rope of into Eric.  He moaned and whimpered as he felt dad's hot cum
spraying and coating his insides.  Shot after shot of Paul's sperm filled
his well-used hole.  Finally, Paul finished coming and slumped against him,
resting his body weight on him.

Paul kissed the back of his neck and his shoulder.  Eric turned his head,
and their lips met again in another deep kiss, Paul's tongue invading his
mouth like his cock had invaded his ass.

"That was great," Paul said.  His softening cock slid from Eric's ass; some
of his ejaculate ran down Eric's thighs, the smell of sex hung heavy in the
room.

...................

Little by little Paul was learning just how Eric had been raised and just
how pervasive sex was in their religions-family community.  Eric would
provide some tid-bit of information often at the strangest of moments.
Over all he was beginning to understand why the boy ran out and it was not
just over unfair economic treatment.

Eric described how at age 7 or so the child would be turned over to a
adolescent or young adult to be "sexed up".  Sexed up was kind of a
training and familiarization with all aspects of sexual activity.  Even the
smallest children are fondled, kissed, licked and so on.  At age 4 both
boys and girls are required to have an enema every 3 days.  It was frequent
to have a "finger or small butt plug in your ass from then on."

Part of the sexing up was to give yourself an enema every morning like
brushing your teeth.  His older brother, 4 years older, was given that task
in his case.  The brother Randy would "fuck my ass at least once a day and
I had to suck him off any time he wanted, which was lots.  He would suck me
too and work over my prostrate so I would get lots of dry orgasms.  I liked
it at first."

All the younger children were encouraged to perform oral sex on the older
ones.  "Masturbation was not bad or wrong it was just not something you did
if anyone else was around to assist you."

It appears none of this was done in privet either.  Sex was openly engaged
in at any and all times.

"It was a fact of life you always saw from the time you can first remember.
As soon as I started shooting I was told to start fucking the younger
girls.  I would sleep with my little sister and older brother many times he
would fuck my ass while I did her vagina.  As soon as I got long enough he
would fuck her and I would fuck him at the same time."

..........

In Chicago Paul took Eric to most of the same places he had taken Grant.
One additional place was the Art Institute.  It has solid collections in
all areas of art.  Paul had a hunch that Eric would like it, he was right.
Eric was enthralled with every square inch of the place.  One area he was
most interested in was the Photography collection, mostly the Alfred
Stieglitz and Apollo Bidis collections. (Stiegletz and O'Keeffe were real
artists.  Bidis is one of my fictional characters that appeared in Jason
Adonis and who's own story has not yet been published.)

Much of Stieglitz's and O'Keeffe's work seemed to speak to Eric's emotions.
Bidis' work takes two tracks nature, which is spectacular and candied
portraits which is penetrating and emotionally expressive.  Others as well,
including the Impressionists painters.  Over all Eric was much moved and
Paul was moved by Eric's reactions.  He had never much thought about art.
In fact the only art he was ever exposed to was the ancient Navaho
traditions and some of the western painters like Russell and Remington and
the stuff hanging in his new home.

He did like the stuff by Royce Evers, the prints of boys doing neat boy
things.  (Evers is another of my factional characters, in the story
Chinook.)  That was in addition to modern photographic figure studies but
most of these were less art and more sex, even the original Eric Hoffman's
modeling.

Paul took Eric to a near by art supply store where they purchased some
basic materials: a sketch pad, pencils, pastels, paper and so on.  In the
store they found some basic books on drawing and sketching techniques.
That, plus a good quality 6 mega pixel digital camera and a good quality
ibook with software, from the computer shop, would get him started.  Eric
did not want Paul spending all that much money on him but Paul told him his
educational scholarship would cover this kind of thing anyway.  "It's part
of your education."

Eric wanted to know more about this scholarship fund but Paul was evasive,
except to say, it was a gift from the gods to his boys, specifically and
also helped needy children who had no other from of educational support.
Tim, himself and his dad are the trustees, so not to concern himself about
it.

"But what if I'm not very good at it?"

"Then you are not very good at it, the camera and computer can and will be
used for other educational purposes anyway.  But if it is nothing more than
a hobby so be it, we all need hobbies too."

"But you must expect something?"

"Yes, I expect you to do your best, nothing less and anything more is a
bonus."

"But what if I don't like it?"

"Than you won't do it and some other use will be made of the equipment, a
few pencils and scraps of paper are a small price to pay for the
opportunity to find out.  You can not know for sure if you have talent or
interest until you try it.  Remember the diving lessons."

"Yes, I sure liked it once I tried it and your right I will probably not
become a professional diver but that's okay, its a good hobby."  Paul just
smiled and they sauntered back toward the hotel.