Date: Sun, 11 Jul 1999 19:34:51 EDT
From: Hidden12@aol.com
Subject: Eric Ch 1/12 (M/t)

  This is an ongoing fantasy story.  I provided the Nifty Archive and 
A.S.S.G.M with a copy for public nonprofit release; please no other 
distribution.  This is primarily an "Adult-youth" story, although it contains 
instances of more unusual practices.  I have edited out a bestiality scene, 
not as a result of any particular pressure to do so, but more in concept with 
marketing the story to a larger audience.  
  I have, for the moment, given up trying to knit the original vignettes 
(some of which you may have already read) together into the framework of 
fantasy in which they were conceived. Much of the content is new; some is 
not; all installations have been edited to some degree and rearranged.  
Although I have a lot of ideas, my creative urge has gone elsewhere.  
Suggestions and comments regarding content or technique are extremely 
welcome.  I will acknowledge that not all the details are consistent as a 
result of reordering the vignettes.  I'd also like to thank a man for taking 
the time to edit part of my work. I won't claim that I got to all the changes 
needed; all the mistakes are mine alone. (Yes, the formatting is substandard.)
  Practice safe sex, live to enjoy life.  There is in fact a Sultan by the 
name used within.  He is thought to be gay too; I think highly of his country 
and his efforts as a leader, and I truly don't want to insult him or find 
myself in court!  So again, I remind you all it's a fantasy story!!!   Any 
similarity to real life is an amazing coincidence!


Chapter 1.  
{Spring time in the Hudson Highlands of New York}

I stepped into the bathroom and looked around; I knew Eric was around the 
corner in the shower.  The clothes he'd worn to baseball practice were lying 
in a crumpled heap on the floor.  Of all the boys, young men, I'd known over 
the years he was the best, the most talented, and the most alluring.  I 
stopped to breathe deep the steam and smell the mixed fragrance of sweat and 
soap.  The dust from his cleats lay about the pile.  I crouched down to be 
near the scent of his youth.  I picked up his high school jersey, number 21; 
one slide early in the game had covered his left shoulder with dirt.  

I took off my own clothes and looked at myself in the mirror.  The years had 
been good to me, filled with activity, the military, and reasonable food 
leaving me lean and fit.  With a smile and a stroke to my dick, I thought 
that all my equipment still worked fine as well.  

Stepping around the corner of the bathroom to the shower section, I stopped 
to look at the wonder before me in the swirling steam and water. At 15 he 
only had his learners permit, but was an active sophomore in his high school. 
 He played baseball in the spring and swam in the fall.  Now he stood amid 
the heating spray lathering his short cut brown hair.  He was tan from the 
pink soles of his feet to the topknot on his head.  A fine set of muscles 
accented his perfectly proportioned body.  His penis hung nubilely from a 
small patch of brown pubic hair.

With his eyes full of lather, he did not see me step into the shower with 
him.  Eric jumped and startled when I began to rub his shoulders. 

"Cripes, haven't you ever seen Psycho on TV?  I didn't expect you'd be home 
'till later."

"I decided to come home early and go watch your practice.  Coach didn't seem 
too wild about the error in right field."  Immediately I could feel his 
shoulders slump under my hands as they massaged the softness of his water 
covered skin.  

"Yeah, I know.  It shouldn't have happened, but it did."

"On the other hand, that triple you hit seemed to more than make up for any 
error," I said with a slap to his bare ass.  I lingered there a second to 
enjoy the strength and tenderness of the touch. His face lit up like a spark 
and turned to face me.  My hand reached forward and began to stroke his young 
dick.  Gently pushing his back against the tile, I dropped to my knees.  His 
legs splayed out to steady himself, firm muscles under water slick skin.  
Gently rolling his testicles in my fingers, his penis began to grow only 
inches from my face.  Rivulets of water ran down his chest and across his 
lightly rippled abdomen.  With my right hand I stroked him, bringing him 
fully erect.  

Drawing him into my mouth I savored the taste and texture of his youthful 
cock throbbing against my tongue.  I reached up to knead a budding nipple, 
quickly erect; the other cupping his smooth butt cheeks.  Running my tongue 
over the sharp features of his crown contrasted with the silky smoothness of 
his shaft and curly cushion of pubic hair.  After a short while I leaned back 
to look up into his half closed eyes and said;

"Work yourself." 


	Sinking down, his feet against the wall, his knees against mine.  He 
began to stroke and squeeze himself as the water and steam cascaded around 
us, isolating us in sight and sound from everything but each other.  I could 
sense he was near ejaculation, his breathing becoming ragged and his arm 
pumping desperately.  With my hands around his ribs I guided him to stand up 
on shaky knees.  Taking his pulsing shaft back into my mouth it took only a 
few bobs and a tongue swirl before I received the jetting blasts of his cum 
filling my mouth.  The unique taste of his seed flooded over my tongue as I 
swallowed each pulse.  Neither Eric nor I was squeamish about eating each 
others cum. I squeezed him dry into my hand, taking the small pool of jizm 
between two hands and rubbing his pecs until they shone with his sticky oil.  


Breathing deeply Eric looked at me and said " Well now I have to get clean 
all over again."  

That was not a problem for me, but an enjoyment! From head to toe, I gently 
scrubbed every inch, reveling in the refined delicacy and strength of his 
teenaged body.  Lingering not with a wash cloth, but with my hands to clean 
both his sensitized cock and tight rosebud.

"Come on, let's go get some dinner, I've got something to tell you."  We 
toweled off, talking about the mundane things of the day:  school, teachers, 
the ball game, a hot new car, and the weather.  Walking naked into the master 
suite, we each went to our own closet; his accessible from both his and my 
bedroom.  Dressing casually for the warm New York late spring evening, we 
headed out with wind in our hair, the Benz convertible motoring gently 
underneath.  Eric drove, for a young man with only his learners permit, he 
passed the white knuckle test with flying colors.  

The miles of the Palisades Parkway slipped by quickly as we drove towards the 
city from the Hudson Highlands.  My glance alternated from the road, the 
green country side, and the living breathing form next to me.  Soft hands 
gripping the wheel, bare feet worn smooth by salt water and sand thrust into 
aged deck shoes.

Once in town we headed to Anthony's on the River, a superb seafood place 
built on piers in a nice section of the river.  Together we walked in and 
enjoyed a dinner of lightly barbecued salmon.  I enjoyed the scenery; both 
out the massive array of picture windows and of the boy sitting in front of 
me.   His green eyes sparkled as they darted around. Following dinner, we 
walked the marina front, passing several work boats bedecked with lines and 
fenders.  The air was cooling down quickly, the sun had set earlier leaving 
the sky an electric red.

"What is it that you were going to tell me?" Eric asked as he turned his head 
to look at me, his hands thrust deep into the pockets of his loose slacks, 
delicate chest rolling gently against his half open shirt.

"Well,  subject to your approval."  I said with a wink; "I have a plan for 
the upcoming summer."

"Well, tell me, you've been stringing me along with hints for hours." He 
replied with a slight turn and a skip to his step.  I caught a fleeting smell 
of the cologne I'd given him several months ago; very nice on him.

"Basically it goes like this.  I figure it's time for you to see something of 
the world and learn something besides sucking a mean cock!"  I said bumping 
into him on purpose "While I particularly enjoy your expertise at that; I 
want you to become my aide when I travel in the upcoming months."

"Your aide?  I mean what do I do?  Where are we going?" Eric had stopped and 
was looking at me with his head held at an angle.

"First: an Aide.  To be blunt it means you are my gopher, as in 'go fer this 
and go fer that.'  But it also means that you are my eyes and ears.  To be my 
representative and to free me up from some of the more casual concerns of 
traveling.  Not to say you won't have responsibilities; you will.  As far as 
where, in early June I will be traveling to Germany, and then later in the 
summer to the Middle East for a while.  Somewhere in there is a vacation to 
Canada, and then unfortunately; it's back to school for you."

Eric had stopped and was just looking at me.  I smiled, I was pleased with 
the look on his face: that of surprise and expectation.  That image, complete 
with the dank smell of the Hudson River, the tartness of the evening breeze 
will stay with me forever.  I could almost see the gears churning in his mind 
as he worked through the horde of details that accompanied what I proposed.   

His answer was simple and to the point: "I'd love to be your aide." 

"Do you know what I do?" I asked simply.

"Well, yeah. You sell things to governments around the world."

"Do you know what I sell to them?"


"I think I do." was his answer, eyes looking down while we walked together 
alone in the night.


"I sell guns Eric, the weapons of war.  While it's far more complex than just 
being an arms dealer, that's the bottom line." I said stopping.  "Does that 
bother you?"


"Well I guess so, a little bit.  Not something I've really thought about 
much." 

"Will you still be a part of my company?"


"Absolutely!" Eric lit back up, face bright and full of energy as we turned 
back toward the car. 

The rest of the evening was filled with conversation about what was needed, 
what I though his responsibilities would be, what initial research he would 
have to do, and the like.  I have always loved the role of mentor.  Now with 
Eric, who has been the love and lover of my life; I was also moving to help 
build his future beyond just sending him to school.  I wondered if this would 
bring us together, or distance our relationship.  I hoped for the former.

Not surprisingly, we both found ourselves in bed early, locked in each others 
arms just kissing gently for a while.  I could feel the relaxed beat of his 
heart merge into synch with mine through the warm smoothness of his skin.  My 
nose breathed in the last faint traces of his cologne mixed with his sweet 
boyish musk.  Soon our kisses grew more passionate until I began to probe his 
mouth, meeting his tongue as it swirled within the wetness of his mouth.  
Both of our breathing grew heavy, nostrils flaring as we clutched each other 
tightly, bodies grinding against each other for maximum contact.  With his 
arms wrapped around my back, grasping hands massaging my muscles, I held his 
twisting head in one hand and clutched his butterball ass in the other.  As 
our now fully erect and straining cocks mashed together, I slipped my hand to 
his warm cleft, tapping with one finger against his tight ass.   Pushing him 
onto all fours, I maneuvered around until I was facing the pink soles of his 
feet and his delightful melon butt sticking up in the air. With both hands I 
gently pulled his young cheeks apart until his delicate rosebud twinkled at 
me from the recesses of his crack.  Leaning forward, I darted my tongue 
about: from the base of his hanging testicles to his sphincter, and about 
those lovely cheeks.  Plunging the hard tip of my tongue against his hole, I 
tried to pass his resilient ring.  Then I just sat there between his youthful 
legs and lapped at his butt like a dog at a bowl of milk while Eric moaned 
softly and twisted, trying to impale himself deeper on my flickering tongue.  
  

Bringing my head up I reached for the small tube of lube sitting on the edge 
of the bed.  After putting a cold dab on my left index finger, I grabbed his 
erect cock with my right.  The lubed index finger began a gentle probing, 
searching, pressing, waiting for him to relax.  With a little firmer 
pressure, my finger slid past the tightly wrinkled folds into the second 
knuckle.  I could feel his enveloping heat on my finger, Eric turned his head 
 and smiled.  I could see the lust in his eyes and on his flushed, tongue 
moistened lips.   Turning my impaling finger about, I began massaging the 
backside of his ass ring.  Then up to the third knuckle I went looking for 
his adolescent prostate, the source of his ever present erections.   
 
After finger fucking him with two fingers for a moment, I pulled out and had 
my beautiful 15 year old flip on his back.  Eric's smiling face looked up at 
me in mild anticipation; his hand pulled at his hard cock.  With his feet now 
on my shoulders, I reached down to guide my bare dick head against his hot 
assring.  With firm but gentle pressure, my purple cockhead slid into his hot 
moist recess. With only my head past his sphincter, I sat there and teased 
him by vibrating my dick back and forth against his ring of muscle.  My cock 
secure up his ass, I brought both hands up to grasp his feet, taking first 
one and then the other to my lips and tongue.  The delicate soles of this boy 
had been worn down by countless hours on the beach.  Each toe I bathed and 
sucked on, savoring each arch in it's gentle curve.  Each lap of the tongue, 
and caress of my lips caused Eric to contort and twist his sensitive frame 
around my throbbing cock now buried deep in his ass.  Releasing his feet, my 
hands sought out his hairless chest and nipples.   Already erect from our 
foreplay, I kneaded them between my fingers.  

Leaning over, I first kissed him deeply before kissing my way down his 
adolescent chest; teasing him by nipping his now tender teats with my teeth.  
Finally anchoring my body down, I began to impale my boy with first long 
gentle strokes of my dick, and then with a shorter grind hoping to better 
stimulate his prostate.  Soon his boyish feet were locked in a sexual embrace 
behind my back, pulling me ever deeper into him.   As usual, about the same 
time my exertions brought a sheen of sweat to my body, I was ready to unload 
my seed deep into this kid's ass.  Leaning over I kissed him until our 
tongues meet in a frenzy while with one last lunge I buried my pulsing dick 
as far as it would go up his clutching rectum.  Blast after blast of cum 
unloaded into his intestines.  Eric writhed underneath me as he received my 
load; one hand pulling on his hard dick while the other was wrapped around my 
shoulders.   

His feet were still locked about my waist even as I began to untangle my body 
from his youthful form.  Eric lay there before me in all his boyish splendor: 
chest heaving, eyes slightly glazed, cock hard and jutting majestically up in 
the air, knees bent revealing a loosely puckered asshole slick with lube and 
my cum. Now that I was partially satiated, it was my turn to devour the rest 
of his cherubic body.  With one hand stroking his flaxen hair, I traced the 
features of his face with the nurturing kisses of my mouth. 

Caressing the trace of his jaw line I descended down to his neck and 
shoulders before running my hands over his arms; covered with taught muscle 
and a fine contrasting down, down to the bony strength of his hands and 
fingers.  Every feature of his chest I laid my hand on trying to absorb his 
youth until each feature registered in my mind.  Even the rise and fall of 
his chest, the draw and release of his skin, the sharp intake of air when I 
touched a sensitive part.   

The tip of my tongue explored the depths of his belly button, the beginning 
of a fine trail of pubic hair leading ever so tantalizingly down to my 
ultimate objective.  With the tip of my finger, I traced the outline of his 
trimmed brown pubic patch.  That trimming during the school year had become a 
monthly ritual between him and me.  He had protested that he could not be 
shaved clean or else face ridicule in the school locker room. Now he had a 
neatly triangular patch trimmed to a uniform length. I wondered briefly what 
the other boys in P.E. class thought of this Adonis with his all over tan and 
trimmed bush.  Shaving would hardly be more conspicuous!  

Running my finger down the length of  his still growing penis, I pushed it 
out away from his reclining body.  Purple tip to tip with my finger, it stood 
like an ivory obelisk in the dusky light of the bedroom.  Gently grasping his 
shaft I brought the edge of my tongue in contact with his straining erection. 
His precum tasted faintly sweet as I explored his purpling crown.  Moving 
down the shaft I circled his manhood before consuming it whole down my 
throat.  Even still growing, he had a good sized prick, not too thick, but 
some five inches long.  Starting back at the top I bobbed up and down in 
short strokes concentrating on his head, while one hand held his shaft at the 
base keeping the skin taught. 

Taking him deep in my mouth again, my nose rubbing against those trimmed 
pubes, I used my shoulders to shrug his legs apart giving me better access to 
his balls and butt hole.  Rubbing, massaging, gently rolling each testicle in 
turn brought a low groan of ecstasy from Eric as he ground his ass cheeks 
into the bedding and put his splayed feet on my back as I lay there between 
my boys legs.

Feeling him near ejaculation, I put a fingertip against his rosebud.  Right 
as I felt him begin to spill his seed deep into my mouth, I rammed that 
finger past his still slick sphincter and right to his sensitive prostate.  
Eric brought both hands down to clasp my head tight to his groin, all the 
while crying out in ecstasy.  As his convulsions of passion relaxed, so did 
his grip on me.  I was filled with the essence of his youth and being.  I 
have always been entranced with the image, form, and taste of the youthful 
boyish penis; it is the symbol of my desire. 

Rolling over in the bed, I stretched out next to him, looking into his eyes.  
Each filled with the lust and passion of life and each other.  We came 
together in a long deep kiss, trading some of the fluids Eric had deposited 
moments earlier.  Breaking the kiss, I could see the slickness of his deep 
red cum stained lips.  Eric rose up on one elbow and began to kiss and lick 
at one of my nipples.  We continued our erotic interplay until finally 
exhausted we lay together on the bed asleep, Eric's back curled into my 
chest, tired and covered in a sheen of sweat and semen.

(End of Chapter 1 of 12)