Date: Fri, 25 Jun 2010 09:26:52 -0600
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Of Man and Boy 22

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


22:  Summer Adventures Three

"Of Course it is for you, has your initials on it, see right here on the
back edge of the skirt, E. H."

Jerry had dug into his tack room and assembled all of Eric's old riding
gear and sent it out for refurbishing.  It is a fine western style saddle
made of good leather with laces, leather covered stirrups, stainless steal
hardware and a light tan seat Jockey.  It is a 16 inch model, just the
right size for a teenage boy.  The seat is quilted and padded with a wide
Cheyenne Roll, that has fringe along it and lots of dangling leather straps
from the Tie Strap Holder and Rigging Dee's, etc.  The Fenders, skirt and
back synch were all tooled.  In addition, matching leather saddle bags and
a new saddle pad.  The saddle bags had E. H. on each flap.

"Don't you want to put it on your horse," Junior asked?

"Sure but which horse can I ride?"

"Your horse, if you ride any of the others he will be very jealous," PA
informed.

Grant came to Eric's rescue.

"Grandpa is giving you Cyclone, Wilma has been working with him for a while
now and he is probably ready to ride."

Junior handed him a helmet.  Something that Eric viewed with some destine
but when Grant put his on he followed and the boys ran off to the barn.

"Dad is a real stickler for safety if you hadn't noticed," Grant quipped.

In the barn Grant introduced Eric to all the animals and while Eric and
Cyclone got aquatinted, he put Dolphin in the paddock and got Sandor out of
his stall.  He peaked in on Eric, slipping him a had full of sugar cubes.

"Now remember he is your horse and only you are permitted to give him
sugar."

"Thanks Grant but I thought Dolphin was your pony?"

"He is but to young to ride yet so Grandpa got Sander for me to ride.  You
can give him or any of the other ranch horses sugar."

"You mean Cyclone belongs to me and I don't have to share him?"

"That's exactly what I mean.  Cyclone is your horse, just like Dolphin is
my pony.  As long as you are here, nobody rides him without your agreement
but that also means you are responsible to feed and groom him too."

"Grant, why do you call gigi, 3G?"

"Because on his Christmas present tag of that model skeleton in our room,
he put P3 from GGG (Great Grandpa Gerald) so if I am P3 he is 3G.  I don't
think any of them much care what we call them in the family.  At work, you
know..."

The boys saddled up and went for a short ride in the pasture just north of
the ranch house.  They trotted around for a while talking.

"Did you know the first Eric Hoffman," Eric asked?

"No, he died long before I was born.  I think dad was about 12 or perhaps
13."

Grant wanted to tell his new foster brother more about his pre-Stum past
but thought better of it.  He did not want Eric to feel obligated to tell
more about himself.  Even if he was curious.

"Dad didn't know him either..."  Grant related the story told a
Christmas. "... Grandpa told us he and Eric were best friends, like
brothers and they were also lovers ... 3G and Gramps both told me he was a
good man, just someone who needed to `march to the beat of his own drum'
... and they missed him terribly," Grant explained.

"Dad said that all of us need to do that but he figures it is best if we
kind of know where we are going before we start.  Wow, you know I think I
understand, a little anyway, why he asked me to be his foster son," Eric
exclaimed!

"I'm sure glad he did and I sure glad you agreed."

"Me too, big time."  ........................

Eric and Grant were up in their room, and Grant started to tease Eric.  He
was sitting on the edge of the bed.  Eric quickly leaped on top of him,
shoving him down onto his back.  He tickled Grant in the ribs, and armpits,
till he was giggling uncontrollably, something he seems to like doing.
Finally Eric stopped, and slid off Grant and the bed.  He landed on his
knees, kneeling up against the bed, between Grant's legs, his arms laying
next to his sides.  Eric's lower chest, was pressing up against his crotch.
He was grinning as he looked down at him.  Eric was grinning back.  Eric
jabbed Grant in the pits again quickly, eliciting another series of
giggles.  When Grant calmed down, he just continued looking down at Eric,
smiling, and breathing heavily.  Eric thought he was resting from being
tickled so much, but he began to feel Grant's penis stiffening against his
chest.  He continued looking at him, but realized the look in Grant's eyes
had changed.  He had a serious, wanton look and his breathing rate was
increasing slightly, as his penis, which was still pressed up against
Eric's chest, became fully erect.  Eric felt his own cock beginning to
harden.  This was several days after Eric came to the ranch.  Neither he or
Grant had any sex since Junior and PA seemed to be only interested in each
other's bodies.

They continued looking into each others eyes.  Then Eric felt Grant's hard
on twitch against his chest.

"Is this for me," Eric asked?

Grant blushed, but still looked at Eric wantonly, and croaked almost
inaudibly, "if you want it."

Eric felt his cock twitch again.  Still looking into his eyes, he leaned
back a bit, and moved his hand to Grant's crotch, giving his erection,
small in comparison to his own, a squeeze through his jeans.  Grant smiled
at him and murmured "Mmmmm".  Eric squeezed his penis again.  He continued
smiling.  Eric's cock was stiff as a board by now, and all he could think
was, how much he wanted to pull Grant's pants down and suck him off.

Eric just looked at Grant, as he smiled down at him.  Finally he said,
"It's Okay, I know it's what you want.  It's what I want too!"

Eric hesitated for a minute, then he couldn't stand it any longer.  He
reached for the buckle, and unbuckled his belt, and unfastened the button
on his jeans.  Eric slid the zipper of his fly down.  He looked up at him
again.  Grant was still smiling.  Eric grasped his jeans and underwear, and
in one movement, pulled them both down, exposing his genitals.  His hard
cock sprang back and laid against his lower belly, pointing toward his
navel, it was clean and smooth and almost white.  It is a nice looking boy
penis, Eric thought, not to fat, longer than the thought it would be, the
foreskin shrunk back from the head.

Eric pulled his pants and underwear all the way down to his ankles, and off
over his bare feet.  The boy was naked from the waist down now.  Eric
looked up at Grant again.  He was still smiling.  This was different from
his previous encounters with younger boys, his cousins.  They were
accustomed to having their privacy invaded on command.  They like him at
that age thought it was the way things were done everywhere.

Eric leaned forward, toward his throbbing penis, and licked the underside
of it from his small partly formed balls to its tip, along his vein-like
urethra.  Grant exhaled forcefully.  This boy, this new brother was more
mature at his age than Eric had been or any of his younger cousins.  The
older ones he just didn't remember he was to young.  Then he licked around
the head of his penis, tasting his slightly salty boy taste.

Eric knew that both he and Grant had the same hygiene regimen.  They both
bathed frequently, often together and both liked to swim.  Although they
had not been swimming in Montana yet.  He liked Grant's smell and his
taste.  He missed that taste and that smell, the smell of boy.

He took Grant's penis in his right hand and pulled it toward him and
lowered his mouth over the head, sucking the entire length of his shaft
into his mouth.  "Oh Man!" Grant exclaimed!  Eric fondled his testicles
with his right hand, as he slowly began to suck up and down his stiff cock.
"Oh Eric!  That feels sooooo good!" he murmured.  Eric glanced up at him.
He had his eyes closed and was breathing deeply.  He was gently squeezing
both of his nipples as well.  Eric continued sucking on his cock another
half minute or so, but then stopped and started to lick his scrotum.  When
it was all nice and wet, he sucked first one, then the other of his small,
beginning to form balls into his mouth.  He gently rolled them around,
before popping them back out.  Then he picked up Eric's legs from behind
his knees and pushed them up to his chest, exposing his little pink
puckered asshole.  He glanced up at Grant, and saw he was looking down with
a satisfactory type smile, as he grasped his own legs to hold them up.
Eric grinned, then leaned forward, licking roughly across his anus.  "OH MY
GOD!" Grant gasped.  Eric started licking away at the boy's anus, as he
exclaimed and gasped with delight at each lick of his tongue.

When his hole was good and wet, Eric stopped licking and pressed his index
finger against his hole.  It slid right in.  Gently and slowly he slid his
entire finger up his little brothers ass and began finger fucking him.

At the same time, Eric returned to sucking his rock hard penis.  He fucked
in and out with my finger, and sucked up and down his penis, while also
fondling his small tight scrotum.  In a short while, Grant was moaning and
pushing up and down off the bed, in a fucking motion.  Eric continued his
action he could tell Grant's orgasm was near.  He slid another finger
through his sphincter picking up speed.  Grant lay with his eyes closed,
breathing fast.  "Eric, its almost here" Grant gasped.  Eric kept on
sucking and finger fucking him, and within seconds Grant let out a groan
and his anus clenched his fingers tightly, as he spasmed.  "Oh my God, that
was so awesome!" he exclaimed,

Grant sat up then and wrapped his arms around Eric, "I love you big bro"
Eric hugged him back and kissed him on the shoulder and said "I love you
too little bro."

They held each other like that for several seconds, then Grant pulled back
and said, "Stand up!"  Eric looked at him and he repeated, "Stand up bro"
He did.  Grant dropped off the bed onto his knees and started to unbuckle
Eric's belt, and unfasten his jeans.  "Are you sure about this Grant?"

He grinned up at his new big brother and said "Oh yeah!"  Once his pants
were open, he shoved them, and his bikini briefs down to his ankles.  Eric
stepped out of them.  Then Grant took his hard cock in his hand, moved in
close, opened his mouth, and engulfed the entire thing!  Hungrily he began
sucking up and down the stiff rod, as his hands reached behind him and
rubbed his ass cheeks.  Eric was astounded at the kid's technique, it was
the best he had ever seen from one so young.  Better than he had been a
eight well almost nine.

Looking down and seeing the boy's blond head bobbing up and down on his
cock sent shivers through his body.  He knew he was gonna cum soon.  Eric
placed both hands on Grant's head and gently began to fuck his hips in and
out of the boy's mouth.  He stopped sucking and held his head still and let
Eric fuck his mouth.  Big brother began to feel his orgasm building now.
He felt Grant cup his scrotum, and gently fondle his balls.  With his other
hand, he began worming his index finger between his ass cheeks, searching
for the real glory hole.  Eric spread his feet apart a little more, making
his ass cheeks part more easily.  Almost instantly, Grant found the pucker
and started to rub it.  That was all Eric needed, to drive him over the
edge.  "Oh God, oh my, I'm gonna cum thinking he'd stop sucking.  He didn't
though - he kept right at it.  A couple more strokes and his body tensed.
Then he fired his ejaculate into Grant's mouth.  He swallowed it.  The boy
kept right on sucking and swallowing, as Eric filled his mouth several more
times.  Grant seemed to be enjoying sucking cock, as much as he enjoyed him
doing it!  Eventually, his orgasm ended, and he gently pushed him off.  He
sat back on his heels and looked up, grinning and wiping his mouth with the
back of his hand.  "How was that?" he asked.  "Fantastic!" Eric said,
grinning down at him.

Later as they snuggled together under the covers Grant pressed his small
butt into his buddy's groin, pleading softly.  Eric, not one inclined to
selfishness quickly inserted his Ky covered erection into this new home.

The bonding had begun in earnest.  Grant was the leader in this as in just
about everything else.  He just seemed to have a gentle confidence that
combined with his intelligence, exuberance for anything, everything and
everyone made it happen.  He did not scheme or desire leadership, he just
was.  Others simply acquiesced to his plans, ideas or suggestions.  Not all
the time, not ever idea or suggestion but most of them.  In fact he more or
less just went his own way and others seemed to get pulled along by the
vacuum he created as he rushed by.

The bonding of the brothers was like that too.  In Grant's mind this was
not a temporary placement.  This was for ever.  Eric would be a part of his
family just as he became a part of dad's family.  He never once considered
that Eric might not agree or have some other ideas.  He didn't disagree, he
had no firm ideas, Eric was taking things one day at a time.  Grant just
assumed everyone was in it for the long haul, a life long event.

When Grant discovered Eric was interested in art, in drawing, painting,
photography and even acting, he was delighted.  These were not his strong
points.  He was competent with a camera but not creative.  He had no real
interest in drawing or painting.  He could never stand still like Eric and
model.  Acting he just didn't know about.  Grant did have quite a bit a
acting talent.  He just never looked at it that way.  He had no great
desire to perform in the way stage people do.  Grant immediately recognized
the he and Eric were so different that they completed each other.  The only
thing they seemed to have in common was a desire to do your best and very
competitive spirits.

Neither Eric or Grant had any body hair to speak of yet.  At fourteen Eric
should be getting some relatively soon.  Grant thought he was a way off yet
but that was now problematic although he didn't yet know it.  It sure
didn't take long for the boys to start running nude around the house.  When
Mrs. Slocan wasn't around of course.  PA hand told Junior about what he
considered Grant's early developments.  Junior would run his own inspection
just as soon as possible.  The next morning as it turned out.

"Its okay, with them, you'll see." Grant told Eric as their two naked
bodies moved from the bathroom down the hall to PA's bedroom.  "I always
wake them up, if I get up early enough."

The boys entered the room, Grandpa never closes his bedroom door when his
boys are in the house.  "dad sleeps on the left side and grandpa on the
right."  Grant looked up at Eric with those puppy dog eyes of his, he
wanted dad.  Eric figured that was the case, he knew Grant had not been
with his dad for weeks now.  He needed to get aquatinted with PA anyway.
Eric nodded to Grant and they split to different sides of the huge bed.
Grant climbed right in and snuggled onto dad's chest as he always does.
Eric stood by the bed hesitating, in his nakedness.  His penis was at half
mast and his light brown skin was framed in the light from the window
behind.  PA opened his eyes, smiled and lifted the covers as an invitation
to Eric.  He slid in his lithe, smooth body a stark contrast to the
forty-something hairy blond man.  PA bent over slightly and kissed Eric's
cheek.

"Welcome to the ranch, to the family and to my bed."  He gently reached his
arm around the youthful shoulders.  "You will always be welcome here, this
is your safe place Eric.  If you learn nothing else learn this, learn what
my Eric always knew in his heart but was afraid to admit.  I will always
love you, I will never judge you.  This will always by your home, it is the
one place in the world where you can be yourself."

Eric was beginning to cry, he was being overwhelmed again with emotions.
Emotions he didn't quite understand.  He looked up at Grant who had seated
himself on Junior's long cock and was bucking like a little bronco.  The
look on his face said it all he was on cloud 9 and still going up.  Eric
looked back at PA.

"Not now, I don't think it is time yet, you will know when you are ready."

PA smiled that broad grandpa smile of unconditional love, approval and
acceptance that only a grandparent can.  Eric pressed his cheek against the
old man's chest and snuggled in tighter to his body.  A warm, strong body.
PA's large hand glided across the boy's shoulders and along his back in a
gesture of reassurance.  Eric quietly cried hot teas making PA's copious
chest hairs wet.

Eric felt safe and warm.  He felt loved, he knew he was loved.  He knew he
was accepted.  He could scarcely believe it was true but it was.  He had
been with Junior for a month and with the grandfathers and brother for
three days and it was like he had always been here.  For the first time in
a long time he felt at home.  He knew he was understood.  In fact, some
times it was almost frightening how these men knew exactly what he was
thinking and more over what he was feeling.  No one ever told him what to
do or how to do it.  Sure sometimes someone would ask and often teach.
Except for dad's safety obsession, which he realized was truly based on
rational concerns, he could just about do what he pleased.

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

"I think this is great stuff Eric." Junior said.

"Your just saying that because your dad."

"I think its good, Eric, not perfect but clearly recognizable as a copy of
the Royce Evers print in the dining room," Grant added.

"Thanks Grant, dad, I don't think it is very good, I mean I was copying and
well, look it sort of looks like it."

"Let me see you have been reading books and sketching for all of what a
week and oh by the way, Royce Evers has been doing his art for 20 years and
graduated from art school, and you don't think your as good as he is.
Neither do I, nor anyone else.  You shouldn't be either.  Look at it this
way son, you did your best, right," Junior said?

"Yes."

"Isn't that what we said about your result.  You did good.  Eric, you did
better than any of us could have done and you did all that we could have
ever asked of you, your best.  Now if your best isn't good enough for you,
that's different.  You don't need be satisfied with your result, if you
were you would never strive to get better," Junior admonished.

"The boy's correct but I think for the wrong reason."  3G said, as he came
into the room.  "We are family and family supports it members.  My
grandsons are not perfect but damn near.  Your work is great just like
Junior said, not because it will stand comparison to reality or other works
of art but simply because you have done it and you are sharing it with us.

When we take Junior to Billings tomorrow I think we need to head over to
Cody and the Remmington museum.  Remember son, art like medicine is a life
long pursuit of that which we can never completely attain."

Junior knew this speech, he had it given to him oh probably a hundred or
more times.  PA was being his quiet self, just taking it all in.  Grant was
puzzled and Eric was bewildered.

"We are always striving for perfection; the problem is we never quite get
there.  No matter how good we are or how many people we help to heal, in
our hearts we know we can do better, faster, smoother or what ever.  For
us, your family, you can only do well and we want to share in your joy at
each achievement.  For us it is pride in the attempt, in the try, not the
result that is most important.  For us it is not how well you do it but
that is was you that did it," Jerry said.

"Eric, do you like these Evers prints," Paul Allen asked?

"Oh, yes they are so ... so real and each one tells a story, that's cool.
I want to do that too," Eric gushed.

"Okay, would you like to meet Mr. Evers?  Who knows maybe he would take you
on as a student?"

Junior's, Grant's and Jerry's mouths all hung open.  Eric was momentary
shocked until it sunk in.

"Sure, I think that would be fun but how can I get someone so famous to
even consider me," Eric asked?

"Meeting him is the easy part, the hard part will be to convince him to
take you on as a student," PA said.

Everyone was talking at once all peppering PA with questions, mostly
centered around how this meeting would ever take place.

"Look, I have known Harland Evers, Royce's father for years.  He raises
Quarters and Mustangs on a ranch south of Calgary.  His family have been
ranchers in Alberta almost as long as the Stums in Montana.  In fact he
purchased several breeding mares from me a few years ago.  I know that
Royce and his boys stay with his dad during the summer, Harland told me.
We could go to the Stamped in Calgary and spend a few days at the Evers
ranch on our way home.  Would you like that?"

PA was smiling and both boys were all over him.  Grant wanted to see the
rodeo and the very idea of meeting the boys that were the models in
Mr. Evers' paintings, well that was almost to much.  Eric was just
overwhelmed.

"Now Mister," PA looked at Junior, "You will just have to fly up to Calgary
from St. Thomas and meet us."

PA gave him, that this father expects nothing short of compliance, look.
Junior just agreed.  Jerry looked forward to the Stamped again.