Date: Wed, 29 Sep 1999 20:33:25 EDT
From: Hidden12@aol.com
Subject: Eric Ch12 (M/t)

Hard to believe I'm finally coming close to the end of the Eric series, such 
as it currently exists.  Currently there exists written material for two more 
installments, and one of those needs significant work.  I must admit I feed 
off of, and revel in, you comments, particularly those where a reader is able 
to say what he likes or dislikes, as well as what he'd like to see in the 
future.  


Chapter 12
(In the school year.)


I sat up high in the stands watching Eric at swim practice, the scent of 
chlorine heavy in the humid air.  Over the last two seasons, Coach Powers and 
the boys have gotten used to my periodic presence in the stands and on the 
pool deck.  In a pinch, I had even announced a swim meet once.   I usually 
brought a book or magazine to read in order to occupy that part of my time 
spent sitting in the rigid plastic bleacher seats when I was not otherwise 
occupied watching the eye candy below.  Only once or twice had I brought my 
camera to a swim meet.  Although I'd blown up and framed several of the 
pictures I'd taken, I didn't want my interest to be too obvious.  


I had been in Korea for the last week, so I took the day off to recalibrate 
my body to the 13-hour time difference.  Wonderful!  I was in heaven.  
Between reading the annual special issue magazine on fine homes and watching 
twenty some odd high school boys churn out the laps of swim practice, I was 
enjoying myself.   Surveying the pool below I watched Coach Powers, more a 
beefy football type than a swimmer, move through the subtleties of the 
breaststroke with a small group of boys in a middle lane.  


I watched the boys, faces flush with exertion and breathing deeply, some with 
their arms wrapped around their chests to warm themselves in the cooling air, 
look up at the imposing figure above them clad in blue nylon shorts and a 
white shirt sporting the school crest.  I knew from Eric, that although a 
good man, Coach tolerated no bull and expected each boy to be the best he 
could be, always demanding and receiving 110% from the team.  I suspect this 
was the reason they kept winning as frequently as they did.


I hadn't particularly located Eric amid the flashing bodies porpoising 
through the chop filled pool, their eyes covered in sleek dark colored 
goggles, until the group in the middle turned to resume swimming.  Eric 
smiled and waved briefly even as he shoved off from the poolside into a deep 
underwater stroke taking him a third of the way down the pool before he 
surfaced.  I watched his body squeeze out the coordinated arm and leg 
movements of the breastroke followed by a moment of elongated glide before 
repeating.  Mesmerized, I watched his shoulder blades and upper back muscles 
flex and pull through each stroke, his firm ass held tight inside a blue 
Speedo barely under the water sheeting over it.  Eric swam breastroke for the 
team, occasionally providing depth in the middle distance freestyle events.   
 


The piercing shrill of a whistle blast broke my focus on Eric. Coach Powers 
was working the sprinters through a speed set, starting from the block, 
sprinting a length, doing a flip turn at speed, and then returning at an easy 
pace to rejoin the line.  Even as the first boy churned his way down the 
pool, I smiled to see Mike, one of Eric's best friends and frequent guest to 
our house, step up onto the starting block.  Tall and lean, Mike was well on 
his way to being a speed demon in the water.  I could only smile more as he 
bent over to grip the starting block with his hands between his feet, his 
hard wet ass thrust hard into the air, placing his leg muscles under 
compression for a faster start.  A blast of the whistle sent him arcing 
through the air to join his compatriots in the water.


All too quickly, practice came to an end.  I sat oblivious, watching the 
water-slick bodies of Eric's teammates amble past me, grab assing their way 
towards the locker room.


"Looking good, Mike," I said as Mike passed in a throng of other boys.


"Oh, Hey!  Thanks Mister Rheinhard," he said over his shoulder as he 
disappeared with a wave into the locker room.  Even as I waved back, Eric was 
at the bleacher rails.


"Hi, Dad.  How was Korea?"


I loved to hear him call me dad.  "Great, but glad to be home.  You want a 
lift?"


"Yeah, I'll be out in about 10 minutes."


"Mike need a ride home too?"


"Nah, he's stuck on clean up this week for blowing off a practice.  'Sides 
I'm pretty sure he's got his car here.  Have you seen him?"


"He's already inside."


"Not for long!  Lemme go shag him back out here before Coach gets mad.  See 
ya!"



Eric smiled back at me and skittered away to follow his friends, arms wrapped 
around his chest for warmth, hair plastered to his head.  I watched the 
muscles of Eric's back ripple and his ass cheeks move under the glistening 
suit as he moved toward the locker room.  When the door opened, I could hear 
the rush of the showers and the laughter of boys echoing, both bringing back 
memories of my own days in high school.  I broke my reverie when I again 
heard my name called.


"Hi, Robert, how are things?  Eric is going to be doing great things this 
year you know," Coach Powers said walking up to me.


Smiling, I said, "Great!  Must be the good coaching he's getting, Ron."


"Ha! Well, some of it perhaps.  Eric is quite a kid."


Just then Mike came back through the locker room doors with a towel draped 
over his shoulders, lean fit body now dry except for the stray drip from his 
damp suit leaving its telltale mark on his leg.  Mike began picking up 
kickboards and pullbuoys while we both watched for a moment.


"What did Mike do?" I asked, curious if Coach Powers' viewpoint would be any 
different that Eric's.


"Nothing serious, just missed a practice."  Both of us were now watching Mike 
as he knelt to release the lane lines dividing the length of the pool.


As my own eyes feasted on the sight, I became painfully aware that I was 
watching him so closely in front of another man, the boy's coach in fact.  
Glancing up, I was relieved to notice that Coach Powers' attention was also 
consumed by the handsome teen.  Gathering my gear, I stood before I got into 
trouble.


"Well, see you again later.  I need to go before Eric comes looking for me."


"OK.  Good to talk with you.  Hope to see you at the meets," Coach replied as 
we went our separate ways.



After meeting Eric in the cooler dry air of the school hallway outside the 
pool, we walked to the car talking about the events of the last week.  
Without pause in our chatter, we soon found the garage door closing noisily 
behind us while we walked into the house.  After a deep hug, Eric and I 
retreated upstairs to the master bathroom - each now quietly happy to be near 
the other again.  We both knew what was going to happen, each looking forward 
to his own role.  The master bath was, by design, a reasonably large place, 
flooded with light from an overhead skylight, where two people could get 
undressed and use the bathrooms facilities without bumping into each other, 
at least without doing it on purpose.  Leaning against the counter to take my 
socks off, I paused to watch Eric hop up and down on one foot trying to 
unhook his brightly hued bikini bottoms from around his ankle.  He laughed 
and reached out to meet my hand offered to hold him steady until the 
reluctant fabric was stripped from the wonderful form in front of me. 


 I stared for a moment at the tan ankle momentarily suspended in the air 
before me, the bony knob of his anklebone floating beneath the still tan skin 
covered with gossamer hairs.  I smiled to see the thin gold chain I had 
bought for him in the Omani gold market writhing like a golden flash of light 
around his offered ankle.  A mental image of that same chain tight around his 
calf, legs in the air, ankles in my hands flashed through my mind.  After 
being away for a week, my heart (and my cock) filled with love and desire for 
this young creature standing naked before me.  I suddenly realized that Eric 
had just taken a shower barely fifteen minutes earlier.  Clearly, he was here 
for another reason than to get clean.
  

Kneeling naked, his not yet fully erect penis hung nestled between his smooth 
thighs, Eric took off my remaining sock, traced his hands up my legs to meet 
the tenting fabric of my boxers before standing up.


"Will you help me get cleaned up?" he asked quietly.


"Of course, you know that."  Eric and I both preferred an empty colon for 
sex.  Our coupling would be unusual so soon after school.  Eric turned to 
place both hands on the sink counter, standing with his feet slightly apart 
and ass jutted out.  I squirted some lube from the dispenser into my hand 
before kneeling behind my teenage boy.  I peered at his wonderful ass, 
buttocks firmly muscled without hardness, delightfully tanned from long hours 
naked in the yard and pool.  Spreading those cheeks, his tight pink bud 
winked at me as he reacted reflexively to my blowing a cool stream of air 
across it.  Despite having regrown the pubic hair over his penis for 
appearances at school, his ass remained delightfully hair free without the 
need of shaving or cremes. 


Eric's body shifted, leg muscles tensed as the cool gel on my fingers touched 
his most intimate of places- a place on his 15 year old body that had been 
invaded by my fingers, tongue, and cock many times in the last three years.  
While my index finger slid across his pucker to lightly massage his ring, I 
wondered how many others had enjoyed him as I had; I knew his friend Mike and 
the Sultan had, as had the man he invited to the apartment some months ago.  
Pushing the lube slick finger into his body, I wondered if there had been any 
others.  Stopping only to squirt some more lube onto my fingers, I continued 
to work his ass until it had opened up to take two fingers.  Certainly he 
hadn't been fucked any time lately in my absence.  Although somewhat 
concerned for his safety and well being, I figured his sexual adventurism was 
normal and, in fact, probably good for him.


"Ready?" I asked him as I reached out to the long metallic hose that ran from 
the showerhead nearly to the faucet below before returning to loop back over 
the showerhead.  The end had a chrome shaft about six inches long by 3/4" in 
diameter with a small hole in the rounded tip.  A small stopcock between the 
hose and the probe controlled the flow of water.  


Eric nodded.  Despite the wonderful and sometimes public sex we enjoyed, he 
was still somewhat embarrassed about this part of gay sex.  While allowing 
the water to come to a warm temperature from the faucet, I coated the probe 
with a thin coat of lube and released the valve to purge air from the hose.  
Eric lifted his right leg up to rest his foot on the cool white surface of 
the counter as I approached, giving me open access to his butt.  Sliding the 
cool nozzle across the folds of his asshole, I kissed his cheek and held his 
body to mine even as I slipped the enema nozzle into him.  Nibbling lightly 
on an ear, our bodies were in full contact as my hand guided the probe into 
the bowels of my son, and my nose swept in the light clean scent of chlorine 
from the pool.


"Tell me when to stop," I said as I slowly released the valve.  Eric's chin 
dropped to his chest, his body surged forward on his toes in reaction to the 
water swirling inside him.  A nod came quickly from him and I released the 
valve and pulled the dripping rod from him.  Blushing slightly red on his 
smooth Nordic face, Eric let his leg down, stretched with both hands over his 
head and turned to the toilet.


"You might wanna open a window," he said just as his bowels purged 
themselves.  The vent fan kept odors under control as he cleaned himself off 
and returned with his leg up for another round.  The slick nozzle returned 
quickly to its hole and again filled my boy with water.  This time following 
his nod, I again held Eric to my chest, allowing my hands to roam his body 
pinching delicately at a nipple, tracing the curves of his abdomen and gently 
pawing his genitals.  Writhing under my caresses, he finally turned, 
stretching up to meet my lips, and kissed me before breaking away to make his 
way again to the toilet.


Finished, he asked, "Ready for a shower, old man?" 


"You bet."


Opening the door to the huge tiled shower enclosure, I ushered Eric inside.  
When building the house, I had specified a large walk in shower with twin 
showerheads each with its own controls.  Three people could fit inside 
intimately, but I'd shared it only with Eric.  Facing each other under the 
warm spray we gravitated into each other's arms until we stood, tongues 
dueling, oblivious to everything else in the world.  I felt Eric's hard 
adolescent cock stab into my thigh; reaching down I stroked his ivory 
hardness.  I could feel the slight upturn of his dick, crown throbbing 
against my fingertips.  


Kneeling, I took his cock into my mouth, first flicking my tongue against the 
slit before taking him deep with a twist of my head as my tongue covered the 
underside of his shaft.  Dropping his hands to my head, Eric began to thrust 
in and out of my mouth and throat, his need to cum reflected by the fervor of 
his actions.  With one finger sunk deep inside his ass, I could feel him 
tense.  Quickly he began to shoot his load into my mouth until his twitching 
body pulled his cock from me, the remaining squirts of his cum splattered 
upon my face and chest only to be washed away in the torrent of cascading 
water.  


After his release and a quick kiss we returned to the more mundane, but yet 
still enjoyable, task of actually cleaning each other up.  Eric bathed my 
body gently with soapy hands from my head to my toes, finishing by stroking 
my already erect cock in a mass of soapy foam.


"Looks like you're ready," he said, guiding me back a step beneath the water 
jets.


"Soon, soon enough. Now my turn to do you."


I too washed him gently, enjoying the curves of his body, firm muscle, hard 
bone, and supple flesh beneath my fingers.  Ending with his cleft between 
smooth ass cheeks, I maneuver him to stand facing the wall, his teen ass 
towards me.  Now we would both get the release we'd waited a week to enjoy.  
Not surprisingly for us, a tall, half-empty dispenser of lube stood proudly 
next to the shampoo in the shower.  After his enema, it took little coaxing 
from my fingers before Eric was grinding his butt back to meet me.  


With one hand on my cock, the other on his chest, I leaned over to lick his 
ear and whispered, "You ready to get fucked?  I've been wanting to slide my 
cock back inside you since the moment I left."


Eric's eyes were closed; only his feet moved farther apart to allow me access 
to his body.  My knuckles firm against his ass cheeks, I guided my throbbing 
cock to his hole.  After leaving the tip of my prick against his pucker for 
just a moment, I surged forward and up.  My cock sank deep inside my boy in a 
single thrust.  A whimper escaped from his lips while his body struggled to 
deal with the invader.


Pulling out until the engorged crown of my cock tugged on the backside of his 
ring of muscle guarding the entrance to his body, I slammed my cock full 
length back into my boy, needing to fuck him, join with him, after being away 
for what seemed like so long.  Each stroke sent my hard cock deep into his 
young body, my hands on his hips feeling his whole boy body lift up onto his 
toes from the upwards thrusts of my cock into his smaller frame.  Laying my 
upper body across his back, feeling his water slick skin under mine, I 
continued to pump hard into my son from behind, my arms now wrapped around 
his chest, my teeth nipping at an ear.  I glanced up to see Eric's white 
knuckles holding onto the towel bar in lust driven desperation.


"Oh God I'm glad you're back!" Eric grunted out, his face rubbing nearly 
constantly against mine.  "I've been needing this bad."


"Eric," I said nuzzling my nose into the short hair behind the flap of his 
ear, "I'm gonna fill your young ass up with cum! I've been saving this up 
just for you."


"Ha! I bet you say that to all the little boys you fuck, don't you?" he asked 
twisting his head back to smile at me while driving his ass back to meet my 
rampant cock.


"Of course!" I said, leaning in to kiss him and suck his tongue into my 
mouth.  Pinching one of his nipples hard, I felt his ass contract, squeezing 
my cockhead buried within him and his tongue press hard into my mouth.  
Feeling his body react, I could last no longer after a week's abstinence, 
shooting my load into his bowels in a series of near convulsions.


Parting from him, I placed the palm of one hand on his lower back to keep him 
in place as I dropped to my knees behind him.  Parting his freshly fucked ass 
cheeks, I looked in at the open pucker of his teen ass.  A small dark hole 
led into the confines of his young body where seconds ago my own dick had 
slid in and out.  I could see the glint of lube and the opaque sheen of my 
churned cum around his hole.  Leaning forward, I snaked my tongue out to 
again enjoy the body of my boy.  The distant taste of him mixed with the 
stronger taste of my cum drove my tongue deeper into his body.  The dilation 
of his hole helped me plunge my tongue into him as far as I could, each time 
flickering for his pleasure and in search of my seed deposited moments 
before.  As I sucked on his hole, Eric jacked his teen cock furiously while 
his legs trembled from the stimulation.


Feeling his testicles draw up into his body in preparation for shooting his 
second load in 15 minutes, I left the juiciness of his ass, spinning him 
around to take his now shooting cock back into my mouth, the mound of his sex 
smooth against my nose.  Shot after shot of his seed pelted my mouth and 
tongue.  I swallowed quickly, enjoying the flavor of my son, and continued to 
bathe his cockhead with my tongue until Eric had to rip his now 
ultrasensitive dick from my mouth.  Standing up, we kissed deeply.  I loved 
to look down into his eyes.  Behind the closed eyelids I knew he would be 
looking back with sparkling green pupils.  Our tongues writhed together as we 
both came down off orgiastic highs.  My hands clutched his young bubble butt 
drawing his boy body to mine, trapping both our cocks between us even as the 
cooling water pelted us from above.


The rest of the shower was relatively uneventful, cleaning up the juices from 
our sex.  Once finished, Eric stood passively as I dried him off in a huge 
white terrycloth towel.  The moist dampness in the air clung to us, the 
scents of soap and steam mixed together.  I noticed that even after two 
ejaculations, Eric was still semi erect.


"Want some more, stud?" I asked.


"You bet!" Eric said from beneath the towel drying his hair.  Taking the 
towel from my hands, he tossed it at me before bending over to pick it up, 
ass deliberately towards me.  I couldn't resist, my fingers drawn to his hole.


"Ummm.  I like that!"  Eric stood bent over gripping his ankles as I played 
with his ass, sliding first one finger then two into him.


"An ass like this is meant for fucking!" I said slapping him gently.  "Come 
on; let's do this on the bed."  Eric landed on the rumpled sheets first, 
smiling, knees bent, feet flat on the mattress.   I knelt over my boy's head 
facing his feet, my own cock hardening in anticipation.  I could feel the 
damp silkiness of Eric's hair against my thighs as I guided the head of my 
cock to rest against his lips.  From below, Eric snaked his tongue up to 
caress my dick, finally taking it into his mouth.  Drawing my hands down 
along the smooth skin of his body, I reached out for his sex, cupping his 
prick and balls in my hands squeezing them gently.  Up on my knees I began to 
thrust gently into Eric's mouth until I finally felt him relax and allow me 
into his throat.


"Ummmhh, Eric, you are good!"


With the tip of my index finger I smeared the leaking precum around the tip 
of his dick before sucking the sweetness from my finger.  Leaning forward, I 
hooked both hands behind his up thrust knees and pulled back slightly. 


"Get that ass up.  You want to feel my tongue in your ass again, boy?"  With 
my cock in his throat, Eric could hardly even nod his head.


With me pulling on his crooked knees, Eric's body pivoted up from his 
shoulders.  I licked at the sensitive pink soles of his small feet before 
pulling again to draw his ass up above his head, his mouth still full of my 
prick.  Interlocking my fingers behind his lower back to hold him near 
vertical, I kissed and lightly nipped at the smooth muscular boy butt before 
me.  The first time I had rimmed his ass when he was 13 he didn't much like 
it.  Now as I closed in on the puffy lips of his ass, I knew it was high on 
his list of things he liked, second only to actually being fucked.  Lapping 
across the width of his crack, I could feel the roughness of my afternoon 
beard grate across his skin.  I traced the folds of his cleft around and 
around, stopping periodically to blow cool air across his spasming hole.  
Sinking a finger deep into my boy, I went straight for his prostate, rubbing 
the tender gland with a finger tip eliciting a jerk of his legs, I could feel 
the vibration of a moan on my cock still in his throat.  Withdrawing my 
finger, I replaced it with the pointed tip of my tongue sliding it into his 
fuck-loosened ass.  


I plunged my tongue in and out of his quavering hole, my chin resting just 
below his smooth testicles.  Looking down I could only see Eric's lips tight 
around my cock and the redness of his flush cheeks resting between my legs.  
I could feel Eric squirm his ass in my arms.


"Ahhh, you like that don't you?" I asked.


"Ummmhhmmmp," was all Eric could reply.


"You want something back in there, don't you?" I teased.  This time I could 
see as well as feel his head nod.  Two fingers together, I slid them back 
into wrinkled pink folds of his hole.  Nearly jerking them in and out, I 
finger fucked him feverously, again causing him to squirm, only this time as 
a result of the intentional stimulation of his adolescent prostate.  I pulled 
one of Eric's hands from my hips up onto his ass, his fingers sought out his 
hole, replicating what I had been doing moments before.


"That's right, fuck yourself. I want to see those fingers fly."


I could hear as well as see him thrusting his fingers in and out, first two 
then finally three.  I pulled his firm cheeks apart as his fingers slipped 
out, quivering ass hole drawn open and inviting the cool breath I again blew 
across his skin.  I thought how lucky I was; naked in bed with a handsome and 
fit 15-year-old boy.  His legs in the air, my tongue buried in his ass that 
I'd fucked only minutes earlier, his head pinioned to the bed by my cock 
which he was sucking on with abandon.  Feeling myself nearing ejaculation, I 
sucked Eric's testes into my mouth, enjoying the hairless sack before finally 
releasing him and pulling away from his mouth.


"Get up on your knees," I said, reaching out to his uniformly tanned hip.  I 
wondered how that went over with his friends on the swim team.  Quickly, Eric 
scrambled into position, ass up, face and upper chest pressed into the old 
comforter generously spotted with the marks of our prior sexual escapades.  
Eric's arms braced his body as he spread his knees further apart, his 
delicate pink feet overlapping directly below his ass so perfectly presented 
for what was to come.


Kneeling behind him, I gently touched my bare, leaking cockhead against his 
flesh before gently stroking it along the length of his crack. I wanted so 
much to feel him, to join with him physically and emotionally.  My fingertips 
traced the bony ridges of his spine before caressing the tight skin of his 
upthrust ass and settled down on his hips.


"Mmmmmm. This is good," I said finally pushing the head of my prick back into 
his young body.  I could feel Eric's slim frame react, muscles rippling, a 
soft moan escaping from his lips in response to my entry.  I slid slowly full 
stroke into him before pausing, and then slowly pulled all the way out.


"Oh god, Fuck me!  Fuck meeee!"


I teased him for a while with long slow penetrations of his teen body, each 
time kissing a different part of his body when I sank home.  Though he was 
freshly showered, I could smell a faint, but very special, scent, one that I 
have come to associate with Eric being highly aroused.  Wanting to see his 
face, I pulled the length of my bare cock out of his body, my cock slick with 
the mixed juices of my boy.  Once Eric had settled on his back, cherubic face 
smiling up at me, white teeth flashing beneath deep red lips, I hoisted his 
ankles to rest on my shoulders.  Not being a teenager myself any longer, I 
was able to pump him until he was nearly wailing out, fists grasping at the 
sheets, when I finally unleashed my second load into him in about half an 
hour. 


When I had finally stopped my shuddering, I released his ankles and lay out 
next to him.  Feeling him jacking his cock in the afterglow of his 
penetration, I brushed his hand away and took over the job, his ivory cock 
proud and hard in my hand.  Leaning over his body I licked at the tip of his 
leaking cock to savor his precum even as I pinched at one of his erect 
nipples.  Writhing in reaction, his cock erupted shooting cum across the side 
of my face and all over his heaving body.  Falling back on the bed next to 
him, I let my fingertips trace random spidery patterns across his chest.  
With only the lightest of touch, he would shudder when I hit a sensitive spot 
until he could take no more and turned to tuck himself into my side.  There 
we rested, our heartbeats slowing and gradually moving into synch with each 
other.  I expect we both dozed of momentarily, as it was nearly 6 o'clock 
when I finally glanced at the clock, almost an hour after we'd left the 
shower.


"Just stay there a sec," I said, standing up.  


>From the dresser drawer I extracted a medium sized black butt plug I had 
bought for Eric several months ago.  It wasn't the largest in his collection, 
but I knew that he wore it around the house and even out in public on 
occasion.  Eric shifted his ass and slid his fingertips through the drying 
puddles of his cum splattered across his chest as he watched me clamber back 
onto the bed.  Rubbing the black latex across the softness of his cum damp 
cheeks and chest, I lubed the device destined for his ass with his own 
juices.   


"Ready for this? I want that cum to stay in your ass for a while," I said, 
already pulling on one ankle with my free hand.


"Oh yeah.  My ass feels empty without your cock in it"


Returning to lie on his back, Eric once again pulled his smooth young legs 
back, exposing his hole, now twice fucked in 60 minutes, to my gaze.


"Ummm.   That is such a hot sight!"


I slowly pushed and twisted until the large bulbous head of the plug sank 
into my boy, a small circle of cum and saliva pushed outward from his hole by 
the invading object.  Eric's 15 year old frame writhed from the momentary 
flash of pain from a sore sphincter and the pleasure of a stretched colon, 
his ankle tugging in my grip as I held it aloft.  Every movement rubbed the 
semi hard instrument across his now tender prostate.  My fingers on the 
flared base, I pushed in once more and then began to tilt and drive it into 
his quivering body.


"Oh god, you keep doing that to me, and you'll have to fuck me again!" Eric 
said behind the white knuckles of one hand he'd thrust into his mouth.


"My pleasure, but I'll have to keep you in suspense for a while.  I'm not 16 
like Mike!" I pinched a nipple hard causing his legs to straighten out and 
his body to flex, driving the plug deep into his body.


Smiling up at me from his back, his fingers tapping at the base of the plug 
lodged in his teen ass, Eric asked suddenly, "What is you wildest sex dream?"


"Well, let me think about that a sec.  I have a bunch, you know!"  


"Come on!  I know you've got a favorite. What do you jack off too when you're 
gone?" he demanded, wrestling his way on top of me, I could feel the hard 
base of the plug pressing into my stomach.


"Ok!  Ok!  I give.  You sure you want to hear this?"


"Me?  Heck yes!  What haven't we done together yet?"


"Well, I would like to be there while another man fucks you.  Yep! I think 
that would be pretty hot."


"Ha!  I should've known!"  


I was relieved to see him smiling, even as he rolled from on top of me and 
threw his head back down onto the bed in mock indignation.


"Well, what do you think?" I asked.


A pause.  "Mmm  maybe, depends on who it was!"


"How about Allen?  I know he thinks you are a hot young man."  


"Allen?  Wow, you are serious."


I watched my boy squirm on the bed a bit, his hips grinding into the mattress 
and crumpled sheets as his fingers toyed with the plug filing his ass.  
Finally looking over at me, Eric said, "You think he'd do it?  That would be 
so hot to have you watch me and him."



I was a bit nervous calling Allen, a local friend of several years.  I made 
sure I used the digital cordless phone out of paranoia of having the 
conversation monitored.  While I knew for a fact he was a boylover and 
attracted to Eric, he and I had never directly discussed the possibility of 
his having sex with Eric.  Eric listened intently to the strange one-sided 
conversation.


"Hi, Allen, this is Robert."


"Got any free time this evening?  I have someone here who is interested in 
meeting you."


"I think it would be worth your time, Allen.  He's ready for you.


"Yes. Eric."


"No, I'm not shitting you.  He's taken all I can give him and wants more."


"Great!  See you then."


Eric lay beside me, a strange look on his face as an idle hand caressed an 
erect nipple.


"Wow, I can't believe this.  Is he really coming over?" He asked.


"Yep, sure is.  You have about thirty minutes before he'll be here."


"Think I should get cleaned up?  I seem to be a bit sticky, inside and out!"


"No!  You're hot just like you are.  Stay just like that.  You up for this?" 
I asked.


"Yeah, I am.  You?"


"I have some reservations about sharing you but, other than that, Allen is a 
good guy."


Eric laughed and stretched his nude body on the bed, ribs rippling beneath 
taut skin, toes pointed down and fingers interlocked overhead, recently spent 
penis tumescent on his belly.  "Is that jealousy I hear?"


"Damn right!" I said.  Eric smiled back and rose up on an elbow to kiss me.


Finally, we separated some fifteen minutes later.  I rinsed off my face and 
threw on a pair of old sweats while Eric fidgeted on the bed.


"I feel funny about just appearing nude in front of the man," he said.


"How about that white shirt?  It kind of takes the edge off the initial 
meeting," I replied.


"Yeah it does, doesn't it." Eric looked a bit sheepish, remembering that the 
last time he had worn my white shirt another man had fucked his young ass 
silly then too.


Just as Eric slipped his fine hairless chest into the long length of one of 
my old white shirts, the doorbell rang.  Looking briefly at each other, I 
went down to let Allen in.  Opening the door, I met the expectant and 
uncertain face of a long time friend.  Stepping inside, Allen stopped dead 
when Eric entered the foyer.  My eyes followed his to take in the sight of a 
nearly naked teen standing there before us, long bare legs still tanned from 
the summer, a hint of supple buttock mostly hidden from view, small trimmed 
school time pubic patch crowning a stiffening boycock of respectable length, 
Eric's smooth chest teasingly hidden beneath the folds of the unbuttoned 
shirt.  



His face flushed and eyes glancing up to meet Allen's as he walked toward the 
man, Eric knelt silently before Allen, his young buttocks against pink heels. 
 Eric ran his hands slowly up the cotton fabric of Allen's pants before 
finally converging on the mound of his obviously hard mansex.  From a few 
feet away I watched as Eric looked up into Allen's eyes, smiled, and then 
unzipped the man's pants to extract his erect circumcised cock.  Holding it 
by the shaft, the tip of Eric's tongue darted out to dab at the accumulated 
precum, before flickering around the red crown.  Looking back up at Allen, 
Eric smiled again briefly, before shifting his body slightly into a better 
position.  I could see the underside of his chin ripple as he slowly took 
Allen's entire length first into his mouth, and then finally his throat, 
until Eric's nose was buried in bushy, dark pubic hair.  


"Oh, god, I can't believe this is happening," Allen said, his legs 
half-buckling and half starting to evenly thrust his cock into my boy's face.


Backing off, Eric smeared the saliva slick cock across the delicate features 
of his face, under his nose, across the silky smooth cheeks, over his 
forehead, down along the bridge of his nose and across an eyelid.  Pushing 
Allen's cock upwards, Eric turned his head to let his tongue reach out to 
guide the hanging ball sack to his mouth.  Sucking one egg in at a time, Eric 
gently, slowly tugged at the testicle in his mouth before moving to the next 
one.  


Allen finally pushed Eric's head away from his tender nuts while at the same 
time slipping the shear white fabric of my old shirt from Eric's tanned 
shoulders.  Separated from the man cock in front of him, Eric quickly kissed 
the crown with a smile, stood and backed off a few feet.  I grinned when I 
watched my boy start to walk toward our bedroom, when he looked over his 
shoulder and gave Allen another small seductive smile.


"I think there is more in store for you," I told Allen as Eric scampered 
around the corner.  


"This OK with you?" he asked.


"Sure, and it's OK with him too.  I want to be there though, not that I think 
you would hurt him or anything.  You know the deal."


"Yeah, I think I understand," he laughed as we both turned to follow where 
Eric's naked form had gone.


Guiding Allen to the bedroom, we found Eric on the bed on his back, knees up 
with feet resting precariously on the edge of the mattress.  Tussled sheets 
were wadded up around him from our rutting earlier in the evening.  The smell 
of sex was unmistakable over the scent of the beeswax candles he had lit 
before Allen arrived to give the room some shimmering atmosphere.  Allen 
watched Eric intently even as he began to shed his clothes.  From between 
Eric's legs, the base of the black butt plug, still lodged deep in his boy 
ass, was unmistakable.  Standing naked between my son's legs, erect cock 
shiny in the candlelight, Allen caressed the silky smooth musculature of 
Eric's long legs.  Up the calves to the knee, down the insides of his thighs 
to meet together over the hairless ball sack, twitching cock and tight mound 
of carefully trimmed pubic hair, Allen's hands explored the wondrous form of 
adolescent boy in front of him.  


Index finger extended to flick at what appeared to be a drop of dried cum on 
Eric's abdomen, Allen said, "I see you have been a busy boy.  Are you ready 
for some more?"


Eric nodded and drew his knees to his chest exposing his plugged ass and soft 
feet bottoms to the man about to slide his cock into him.  Although Eric and 
I hadn't talked about it before hand, I was convinced enough of Allen's 
health to allow him to take Eric without a condom. Getting up from my chair, 
I handed Allen a small bottle of lube.  Seeing Eric reach towards his ass, I 
stopped, mesmerized by the sight of Eric's hand pulling the bulbous plug from 
his sphincter; tendons bulged briefly as the ring of his ass expanded until 
stretched tight around the smooth latex surface.  The plug nearly shot out, 
driven by the tightness of Eric's ass.  After spasming momentarily to adjust, 
a narrow black hole guided the way into my boy's body.  


His fingers slipping into the moist, fucked depths of Eric's bottom, Allen 
twisted his hand about in the already twice plundered hole. Guiding his cock 
with one hand, Allen pushed on the back of Eric's knee with the other as he 
placed his cockhead, flared hard and purple with blood above the pink ring of 
circumcision scar, against the soft hole of my son.  Watching from a rearward 
angle, I saw his ass cheeks flex, driving his hardness deep even as I heard 
Eric's moan.


"Oh, god, yes.  I need you to fuck my ass!"  Eric said, hands alternately 
thrashing about, jacking at his again erect teen cock, and thumbing Allen's 
nipples.


The sounds of slapping flesh, Allen's thighs against the smooth buttocks of a 
16 year old boy, filled the air, punctuated by the occasional bursts of air 
being first sucked into the void of Eric's tight hole cause by the sudden 
withdrawal of Allen's invading cock and then driven explosively out.  Eric's 
moans and the silky sounds of his young flesh being thrust against the sheets 
were the only other sounds in the room.  I was in voyeuristic heaven, 
watching a good friend fuck my son in front of my eyes. Over the top of 
Allen's shoulders, Eric's feet rode high, his toes curling with each pump 
into his body.  To see another man's form leaning over to clench my son's 
form to his, the man's cock plowed deep into a most sacred place, caused both 
intense excitement and reluctance.  I could tell Allen was about to shoot 
when his thrusts became more frantic.  Finally pausing momentarily, Allen 
grabbed Eric by the ankles, spreading my boy's legs wide, he slammed his cock 
deep while half gnawing on the arch of one of Eric's feet.  Body shuddering, 
Allen plunged one last time into my writhing and moaning son, pumping into 
the young body still yet another load to mingle with those I had deposited 
earlier.  


Grabbing Eric's hand away from his reddened boycock, Allen withdrew, and 
immediately took my son's raging erection into his mouth.  My own hand was 
stroking my hardness as I watched my friend suck on the ivory tower of my 
son's prick.  Pulling away suddenly, Allen furiously stroked Eric's cock, not 
stopping even as my boy's back arched from the bed and streams of nearly 
clear semen flew from his cock to land across his sweat sheened chest.  
Relaxing back into the bed, Eric's legs slipped over the edge of the bed as 
his chest heaved to feed air to the sex charged soul.  


Seeing the candle light dance in the random streaks of cum and sweat on my 
son, I moved to sit on the side of the bed next to Eric.  Gently pinching 
Eric's erect nipples between my fingers, I lovingly grazed my fingertips 
lightly across his thighs, arms and chest.  Highly sensitive to the slight 
touch, Eric would shudder and shiver in reaction, his whole body writhing and 
whimpering, no longer able to separate the sexual from the purely physical 
stimulus.  Holding on to his sides, I leaned over to lick at the cooling 
pools of his cum spotted across his flesh.  Looking up into his eyes, I 
smiled at him, smoothed his sweat streaked hair back from his young forehead 
and kissed him, sharing his seed between us.  


Feeling Eric's body relax, I stood, and turned to see Allen nearly dressed.  
Looking back at my boy, I saw that he was asleep already, spent after the 
long day of school, swim practice and sex.  The still glistening plug lay 
discarded in the folds of the sheets beside an outstretched arm.  Silently 
and gently, Allen guided his hands over the smooth peachfuzz covered skin of 
my naked son, the boy he had just mounted and filled with his love.  I 
watched the two of them for a moment, the shadows of the flickering 
candlelight playing against the intersection of the two creatures. Eric, 
asleep, began to move a bit and periodically twitch, mumbled words unformed 
on his lips, as he dreamed on in oblivion.  Drawing a fingernail across the 
creased skin of a foot, Allen smiled while Eric drew the foot away and rolled 
over onto his belly, arms tucked beneath his young chest, tight mounds of his 
buttocks again exposed to our collective view.  We could see the redness of 
his cheeks and a slippery glint sparkling from deeper in his crack.


Leading Allen from the bedroom, we exchanged a brief kiss, the distant taste 
of Eric's semen still present.  Little else was said as he departed, and 
quickly I found myself back in bed next to the quiescent form of my boy.  
Pulling myself around his back, his tender bottom cupped in my crotch, I 
placed my hand against his slowly beating heart until sleep took me as well.


Although the next morning was a Saturday, I had to make a brief appearance at 
work following my long absence overseas.  Wanting to spend the remainder of 
the day with Eric, I got up early despite having finally gone to bed around 
midnight.  Nevertheless, one thing led to another, and I found myself calling 
around 10 o'clock to tell Eric I'd be home a little after noon.  


The afternoon was both a celebration of an Indian summer and unusually warm 
for New York State in September.  Entering the house, I looked for Eric until 
not surprisingly, I found him by the poolside face down sunning himself on a 
chaise lounge.  Walking up quietly beside him, I saw from the serene look on 
his young face, one cheek mashed into the ribbed mesh of the chair, that he 
was asleep.  Kneeling next to him, I watched his eyes flutter beneath closed 
lids.   Air quietly whistled through pursed lips, his back gently rising with 
each breath.  


The day was warm enough from my boy to be sweating as he slept.  A wet 
droplet started slow and then ran from wild hairline across the blush expanse 
of a cheek.  With his arms draped idly over the edges, one hand twitched as 
though shooing a bug.  Pink palms gently cupped full fingernails gleaming in 
the afternoon sun.  I leaned over to dip the tip of my outstretched tongue 
into the tiny pool formed in the small of his back by the rivulets of 
moisture, each gleaming with crystal clarity as though made of the most 
brilliant diamond.  


After dipping a cupped hand into the pool, I returned to my son's side.  One 
drip at a time, water fell from my fingertips hovering above the firm expanse 
of his bottom.  Each droplet would fall, twinkling, to splash upon his flesh, 
seemingly disintegrate, only to reform and stream down the tanned curves of 
his lean buttocks.


Pausing in his slumber, Eric's body twisted, finally lying still again, again 
face down but with his right leg cocked, tilting his hip toward me and 
parting his cheeks a bit, exposing the underside of his adolescent scrotum.  
I watched in aroused awe at this sleeping young Adonis before me- his 
youthful splendors at once exposed to me and yet secure in my heart.


 The drips of my water trickled slowly across his well formed thigh; lower I 
went, drinking in the strength of his calf, muscles formed from countless 
hours of youthful play, swimming, and running.  The blood vessel traversing 
the bony mount of his ankle pulsed a steady rhythm above the smooth, worn 
soles of his foot.  Eric would never be a tall man, and his feet, with 
surprisingly long toes, were not as large as mine.  


Another handful of water brought me back to his midsection.  Drop after slow 
drop fell from my hand to land upon the steep smooth sides of Eric's parted 
cleft.  Finally a drip formed within and ran lower to invade the puckered 
crevasse of my son's anus.  With some patient effort, I was able to land a 
drop directly onto the target, a source of wild pleasure for us both.  I 
smiled to watch his sphincter tighten and relax as the periodic drop landed 
upon the sensitive flesh.  Even as I paused to rest my arm, a rivulet formed 
and trickled with the irresistible urge of gravity even lower across taut 
bridging skin until meeting the crinkled compactness of Eric's quiescent 
scrotum.


Standing, I noticed my own arousal.  The naked splendor of this sleeping 
youth was overwhelming.  His hair, while matted with sweat in some areas, 
rustled in the afternoon breeze.  I wondered if he was dreaming.  As though 
in response to my thought, Eric drew in a sharp breath, both hands now 
half-clutching at the frame of the lounge, even as he slept on.  Indistinct 
words popped from his mouth, cheeks reddening.  I stood back, mesmerized, as 
my naked boy slowly began to thrust his hips into the lounge, a hand falling 
over his back to land between parted cheeks.  Across his body from eyebrows 
to toes, muscles writhed in an erotic nocturnal dance.  


"Oh, god!"  I heard distinct words and then, "Fuck, fuck me hard"


A second later his body tensed with a guttural man from low in his throat, 
beneath the lounge I was not surprised to see his seed dripping down to 
splatter on the cool, shaded concrete.  Release past, Eric tossed over, cum 
damp cock a flash before my eyes, and then with a final large breath, settled 
back into his dreams.  Dipping my fingers into the cooling pool of cum 
beneath his chair, I tasted him, familiar with the salty tang that had filled 
my mouth so many times before.  I sat watching Eric for some minutes, half 
wishing he would wake so we could talk about his day, half pleased that 
nothing disturbed the serenity of the form before me.  Finally I stood and, 
with a parting glance at my boy, turned to the house.


About twenty minutes later, Eric, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, walked 
naked into the kitchen where I was making a sandwich.


"Hi, Eric, how was your morning?" I asked between mouthfuls of turkey on 
wheatbread.


"Oh, good, I guess.  I slept late and then came out here."


"Something on your mind?" I asked.  Something besides feeling tired 
registered in his voice.


"Oh, nothing."


"Horse feathers.  What's up?"


"Am I just a fuck toy? A cockhound?   I feel like a slut."


"Why's that?"  I figured it had to do something with last night.


"Cripes, I've been fucked so many times I can't count.  It's not you.  Seems 
like I've done everything with everyone, and I'm barely 16!  Isn't there 
anything more defining about me than my ass?"


"Of course there is, Eric.  It's all of you.  From the brilliance of your 
eyes, to the proven sharpness of your mind, even your smell as you sweat, you 
are all those things and far more.  Resilience and gentleness, so many, many 
things.  Even your delightful ass."


"I know, it just seems like everything is focused on sex."


"We have had a pretty wild twenty-four hours.  It's hardly unusual for a 
teen's mind to be on sex either.  Do you wish we hadn't done some of the 
things we've done?" I asked after a pause.


"Nah, I guess not."


"Even Allen last night?"


A pause.  "That's part of the reason, I guess, I feel like a slut.  I 
couldn't get enough!  God was I hot yesterday when you came home."  I could 
hear a distinct change in the tone of his voice.  No longer was he looking 
down.  "I mean, I really wanted more."


"Is that bad?" I asked. 


"No, I guess not.  Not like it happens everyday or anything," he said and 
then added after a moment with a glint in his eye, "or with everybody!"


"I'm flattered that you got that worked up over what we started." I said 
finally reaching out to pull his chest to mine and wrapping him in a huge 
bear hug.  "You are the greatest thing in my life.  Be happy," I said into 
the swirl of hair on the top of his head.  His returned hug ended the topic.



Chapter 13 to follow in about 2 weeks