Date: Wed, 18 Sep 2002 22:39:17 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tracy Smith <tracysmith20022002@yahoo.com>
Subject: Wearing Chris and Eric, Part 2 (M/b, oral-anal)

This is a fictional story of sexual activity between males of different
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"Dad, can I stay over at Eric's tonight?" Chris's plaintive 12 year old
voice warbled out.

"I dunno, Chris, I haven't seen too much of you lately with my work and
all. Can you make it another night, or better yet, why don't you have him
stay over here? You know I'd like to meet your friends, and I haven't met
him yet," I responded. I sincerely was concerned that Chris and I were
growing apart, or rather, had never grown close.

You see, Chris's mother and I had divorced when Chris was a baby. Her
interests had grown far from mine during the latter part of our marriage,
and perhaps Chris's conception was an attempt by us to create a glue, but
the glue would not hold against a constant stream of tears. I was not a
good absentee father, I admit it, but I always made sure that Chris was
properly cared for materially, and had everything that could be bought for
him. In the callowness of my own youth and immaturity, I imagined that
might be enough.

His mother was a very good mother, and that was a crutch that I leaned on
to justify my absence. And it served, passably, until the accident on the
freeway that claimed her life, and put Chris in the care of his sad excuse
for a father. I vowed then to do whatever I could to be closer to Chris,
and while there was progress, there was an unspoken barrier, some wall of
emotion that we couldn't overcome, that kept us apart, though we lived
together now in my townhouse.

So, any opportunity to gain insight into my son Chris was welcome to me,
and I hoped that perhaps this sleep over might help me to see one micron
deeper into my boy, my flesh and blood. I was thrilled when Chris responded
back, "Okay dad, let me see if it's okay with him and his mom." I watched
my blonde haired 12 year old scamper back to the den, to call his friend
Eric. He was so like his mother, green eyed, slim and athletic. I was so
proud of him, but it was a mystery to me how I could tell him that.

With the approval of all concerned gained, it was just a short interval
until Eric's mother dropped him off for the sleep over. It appeared that
Eric, too, was a child of a broken marriage, with a father nowhere to be
found. I had no illusions that I was any better than Eric's father. Eric
was a strikingly beautiful boy, a descriptive that I'd rarely used with
another male, but he really was enticing in some strange way, and I figured
that the hackneyed expression, "having to fight the girls off," would
easily apply to him. If not now, then later when he actually finished
adolescence. I noticed him looking at me quite a bit, and didn't really
think it was unusual, perhaps he was benchmarking me against his
father. You know, where a boy says to his pal, "Your old man's really
neat," or, more likely, "Your old man really doesn't get it," I figured all
the kids did that.

The boys dressed in their pajamas, those short pjs that look like oversized
Bermuda shorts and short sleeved tops. I began to notice that Eric would
sit with his legs facing me, his legs spread, so as we played through
Chris's collection of board games, my eyes would come to rest between
Eric's legs. Later, I could see his pj bottoms bunching up, exposing more
and more of his slim thighs, and eventually, his tighty whities at his
crotch. I was afraid to look too much at his pubic area, as the male crotch
hadn't been an area of interest for me in the past. Tonight was
different. I felt a tingle in my balls when I did see a length of thigh,
and when Eric and Chris wrestled momentarily over a board piece, and Eric
rolled over exposing the top half of his naked butt to me, my cock started
to harden. Although I only glimpsed it for a second or two, it was as
though it were burned into my brain. To this day, I can see the rising
globes of smooth, pink boy ass, sinking below the surface of his ocean blue
pajama bottoms, like a dolphin diving to search out the mysteries of the
deep blue sea. The shadowed furrow between those two warm cheeks only
hinted at what might be hidden there, and in keeping with the ocean image,
I pictured a buried treasure, of sorts.

I worried then that I must be turning into a pervert, and tried to stop
looking at the young boy's beauty, and listening to the tinkle of his
juvenile laughter. I was pleased that Chris was enjoying himself with Eric,
and it was clear that they had a close bond, and I hoped for Chris's sake
their friendship would continue to develop. I wasn't sure what it meant for
my sake, but I strove to be a good father, and that's all. Eventually, the
two boys tired out and I could see that they needed to get working on
getting some sleep.

We had set up two air mattresses on the floor of Chris's room, and the boys
were soon tucked in under their sheets and blankets. When I kissed Chris
good night, Eric asked meekly if I would kiss him, too. I did so, and found
his smell of boyish perspiration unsettling, though it was no different
than Chris's. As I turned out the light, I found two pairs of eyes
following me, one blue and one green, and I smiled as I said, "Now be sure
to go right to sleep, you two." Giggles followed me down the hall as the
door closed.

I was pretty worn out after my day at work, and trying to corral two 12
year olds (talk about herding cats!), so I headed to bed myself, though it
was only about ten o'clock. I was asleep very quickly, at least I think so,
since I don't remember anything after my head hitting the pillow.

I dreamed like I'd never dreamt before. I was in the middle of the most
fantastic wet dream, with a faceless girl giving me an absolutely fantastic
blow job. Since my divorce, I'd had some sex with girls I was dating, but
nothing serious, and I didn't get laid on any kind of regular basis, so
masturbating was a regular part of my routine. It was unusual for me to
actually be dreaming of fucking or getting blown, as I usually had no
hesitation about reading Internet stories to get off. The lesbian stories
on Nifty were pretty hot, though I'd sometimes read the bi sex stories, or
even once in a while the gay stories.

The dream got hotter and hotter, with the girl licking my very hard dick,
and tonguing my balls. I got more and more excited, and suddenly realized
that I was no longer dreaming, yet there was a warm, wet mouth on my cock,
which was swollen as hard as it had ever been, and I was close to
cumming. I guess that if I'd been earlier along in the process, I'd have
jumped up and yelled, "What the fuck!", but I was nearly paralyzed with
pleasure. I looked down between my legs, bare now, and saw a small head of
boyish cut black hair, bobbing up and down on my cock!

At first I had trouble believing what I was seeing, and feeling, and soon I
realized, smelling, but I was being sucked off by that beautiful young boy,
Eric. His lips felt warm and full as they ran up and down the sensitive
skin of my circumcised 8" cock, his tongue danced sensuously over the head
of my cock and piss slit, the fingers of his small hands were rolling my
balls in their sack. Not squeezing, but caressing me there. I immediately
knew this was wrong, and perverse, and I must stop it, but my muscles would
not respond. It was as though they were taking orders from my cock for the
meantime.

Then Eric looked up at me, while keeping his mouth firmly attached to my
penis, and he smiled a heartbreakingly lovely smile^Å.and I was lost. I
knew then that I would never see such a beautiful look on any other human
being.

Instead of remonstrating Eric for his perversity, for his sin, for his
crime against nature, heaven help me, I smiled back.  I pulled his small,
slim body up to me, his mouth to mine, and we kissed for the first
time. Not as substitute father putting a boy to bed, but as lovers, with
all that implied, and promised. And, oh god, how badly I wanted it then!

I reached down his hairless body, his top already off, and felt his small
pink nipples erect, pressing into my hairy chest. I fingered them briefly,
and felt his breath suck in as I teased those tiny little nubs. My hand
continued downward, over his flat stomach and the indent of his
bellybutton, causing him to wiggle against me and giggle, digging his nose
into the juncture of my throat and jaw, and I felt his wet tongue caress me
there.

Meanwhile, my hand continued on over Eric's midriff below his bellybutton,
and where I expected to find a pubic bush similar to mine, I found only a
small, downy mound of soft hair, then Eric's stiff penis, the area sticky
and wet. That explained the smell, Eric's young cock was producing cum, and
its distinctively male smell was quite attractive and alluring to me. I
stroked Eric's hard, young cock, and he groaned into my throat, his tongue
lapping me ever harder.

Given Eric's youth, it only took a few gentle strokes of my hand, lightly
grasped around his 5" or so shaft, before he was spurting again, this time
all over my wrist. I cold feel his body temperature fluid stick to my skin
at first, then liquefy and run down into the palm of my hand, ironically
further lubricating my lazy stroking of his dick. As his penis softened in
my grasp, I moved my hand around Eric's slim hip, still under his
loose-fitting pj bottoms, until my hand was grasping, then caressing, each
of Eric's warm ass cheeks. His bottom was indescribable to me, like the
softest, smoothest skin I'd ever felt, and my cock bulged with my desire.

I wanted to feel my dick in contact with that wonderfully silken flesh, and
I honestly didn't realize what that implied. I had no thought of treating
this boy as I would a woman, but that was soon to change, as Eric led me,
step by step, into our love affair. He was laying on top of me (like most
adult males, I slept naked), and sat up, his ass positioned on my hips
between my cock and upper body. He looked at me cutely, just grinning a
silly grin, when he hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his pjs, and
started slowly pulling them down off his slim hips.

At first his light, downy bush, hardly even visible, came into view,
followed simultaneously by the v juncture of his thighs, and his small dick
and hairless ball sack. I couldn't resist, and reached out to caress that
warm flesh of his balls, while he held his arms with elbows out, pjs held
steady at mid thigh. He looked at me patiently while I stroked his sack,
then his eyes rolled back as a wave of sexual pleasure washed over him, his
cock lengthening and bobbing with tension. He smiled a delicious smile, and
I wished that I could kiss him then.

My fingers reached back between Eric's thin legs, beyond his warm, wrinkled
ball sack, to the more humid indentation nestled there. Tactilely, the
furrow I had admired from across the room was now mine, as my forefinger
slipped into his puckered anus. Tight, I couldn't believe how tightly it
was closed, but as my fingernail stroked lightly over the rough surface of
his puckered ass lips, I felt them loosen, and my finger slipped in, though
it was so tight. I heard Eric sigh, and looked up to see him smile and lick
his lips.

Eric then continued with the removal of his pajama bottoms, as he readied
himself for me. He sat his now bare bottom on my thighs, pressing against
my rock hard dick, as he lay back and lifted up his legs to remove the
bottoms. I was given a clear view of his sweet pink anus then, and my mouth
watered at the sight of a 12 year old boy's clean, hairless ass hole,
lewdly displayed for my enjoyment. His eyes were fixed on mine the whole
time, as though searching for my approval, and he smiled as I smiled.

"Eric, I want your cock in my mouth. Do you think you can do that, baby?" I
whispered. At my use of the word `baby,' Eric became overjoyed and, nodding
wildly, scrambled to position himself over my head, as I was still lying
flat on the bed.

"How's this, daddy?" He said, straddling my body on his hands and knees,
his cock hanging down into my mouth, his ass fully exposed for me to stroke
and squeeze. As my inexperienced mouth sucked in his lengthening rod, my
hands abused his butt in the most loving way, memorizing every inch of his
smooth bottom. Soon, his hips were madly fucking my mouth. Fortunately, his
cock was small enough that my virgin mouth could handle him without
choking, and his voice gave away his excitement.

"Oh, daddy, I can feel your mouth sucking on my dick! You're so hot,
licking me! Oh, yes, yes, oh, that feels so good! Can I cum in your mouth,
daddy? Suck your baby boy's cock, daddy! UHH! UHH! OH YEAH, FUCK!! OHH,
DADDY, DADDY, I'M FUCKING YOUR HOT, WET MOUTH!! FUCK! I'M CUMMING IN YOUR
MOUTH, DADDY!! UHH! UHHHH! I'M CUMMING!!" I could feel spurts of his sticky
hot liquid splashing over my tongue, and filling my mouth, exciting me
beyond belief. I'd never tasted male cum before, and I found his semen
delicious. I knew I'd want more of him.

Eric slumped down on top of me, then slithered down my body so that our
faces were together. Then, we shared our second kiss, and Eric drank deeply
of the cum remaining in my mouth, our tongues dancing together lazily. We
kissed like that for many long minutes, two lovers sharing their liquid
passion. Eric then moved his mouth to my ear, and whispered his desire, as
though too shy to speak it out loud.

"Daddy, would you, could you, do it in my bottom?" He wouldn't look at me.

"What do you mean?" I said, though I knew exactly what he meant.

"I want you to, put it, you know^Å" Eric sighed.

"Put what? Where?" I teased.

"Put your cock in my ass," he blurted out, blushing. Burrowing his face
into my chest, I heard, "I want you to fuck me in the ass, please!" He
wouldn't look at me from his embarrassment and desire. I thought my cock
would explode, I was so excited by the thought of burying my cock in his
hot bottom. I lifted his head up, and kissed him deeply, and our tongues
wrestled passionately. It was clear that he was excited more than he ever
had been before, and I know I was too.

We sat up on the edge of the bed, and I thought out how we might do
this. My eyes happening on a hassock in the corner of the room, I got up
and brought it over to the bed. Holding Eric's hand, I helped him to step
up on the hassock, which elevated him about a foot off the floor. He looked
so cute, a slim, naked 12 year old boy preparing himself to accept me
inside him. I turned him around so that he was facing away from me, and
knelt down behind him, my face more or less on a level with his delectable
ass.

I gently separated his pink ass cheeks, revealing the deeper pink hole
hidden between them, which winked and flexed from the cool air flowing
across it. I brought my face closer to his anus, and wondered if I could
now follow through on my desires. I loved looking at, and feeling this
tight entrance to Eric's body, but would I be able to smell, or even taste,
that orifice where his boyish shit came out? I didn't know at all, but
decided to try. It was clear he was willing to take a chance with me, so I
should trust him.

My nose led the way to Eric's tight nether hole. To my surprise, there was
no unpleasant odor, just a faint musky aroma which I found more attractive
than repellant. I pressed my nose up against the puckered flesh, and felt
it give way, allowing my nose to enter inside slightly. Simultaneously, I
heard Eric moan, and his body shiver, his ass involuntarily pressing
against my face. I lifted up my face then, and brought the tip of my tongue
to that ruffled surface, entering him easily at that point. Eric moaned
louder, and I heard him say, "Fuck, yes!"

I started to fuck into the hot, rough opening, finding it moist once past
the sphincter, and an intoxicating taste awaiting my now eager mouth. I
thought that my tongue would tear loose from its roots trying to stretch it
as far deeply inside Eric's boyish rectum as I could. For the next few
days, those ligaments were sore from the stretching, but the deeper I went
inside his hot hole, the more satisfaction and desire I felt. Eric was
gasping as I fucked his boy hole and after I judged his hole to be wet
enough to serve as lubricant, I reluctantly withdrew from his luscious
butt.

I stood up behind Eric then, with my hands on his smooth hips, and while
pushing up against his butt he reached around behind him and grasped my
swollen cock to bring it to his hole, pushing back with his ass. My cock
forced against that anus where my mouth had just been nestling, hesitating
at his pucker as his body warred with his passion. Passion won out, and my
cock slid inside him. Eric was incredibly tight, I had never fucked anyone
in the ass before, and here I was fucking a 12 year old boy in his tight
butt hole. And loving every inch of it.

Eric hissed, "Fuck me deeper, please, daddy!" And I readily obliged
him. Sinking deeper into his bowels, I felt my pubic hair rubbing against
Eric's protuberant ass cheeks, and I thought I was as deep as I could
get. We slowly started fucking, my cock alternately impaling, then
withdrawing from, the heavenly heat of his ass. I began fucking him harder,
and with my hands around his hips, and stroking his again-hard dick, Eric
bent over. I felt my cock sink inside his rectum even deeper, and I stroked
in and out of him at an increased pace, my hand simultaneously jacking off
his cock.

"Ohh, fuck, your hot ass is so tight on my hard cock, baby! I LOVE fucking
your tight ass hole, you're so hot and tight on my hard cock! Your hard
cock feels SO nice in my hand, I love jacking you off, baby!! I wish I
could suck your sweet cock while I'm fucking you in your hole! FUCK!! I'M
CUMMING IN YOUR TIGHT BOY ASS, BABY!! FUCK!! FUCK!! FEEL MY HOT CUM
SHOOTING INSIDE YOUR ASS, BABY!! I'M CUM-" I had never felt such intense
passion as I was feeling now, buried inside this beautiful boy's tight,
willing rectum. As my spurts continued on inside his ass, Eric's
indefatigable penis was spurting out a few last loads of creamy boy cum.

We both immediately collapsed on my bed and surrendered to our
dreams. Later that night, I awoke to find Eric's used and abused ass in my
face. But, you already know that story if you read Part 1. If you liked
this story, let me know at Tracysmith20022002@yahoo.com.