Date: Mon, 5 Jun 2000 20:21:33 EDT
From: Hidden12@aol.com
Subject: Eric Chapter 15 (M/t cons)

Note:  I won't claim this is a "chapter," more like a collection of pieces.
As always, I'm interested in your comments, good and bad, as they feed the
writing process for me.  You may also realize I'm without my proofreader.  I
appreciate his services in the past.  I hope you enjoy.  It is my intent to
rework the entire collection, adding and subtracting as need be to knit the
individual stories into a more coherent work.  Enjoy.


Canadian Isle


Looking up from reading my book, I noticed Eric standing outside on the deck
surveying the world before him in the bright afternoon sun.  Bare feet placed
apart on the graying boards, gold twinkling from around his left ankle.  The
tanned muscular curves of his calves led to smooth thighs disappearing into
shear nylon running shorts.  His hands rested in the hollow of the small of
his back, bunching up a large blue T-shirt billowing in the steady western
breeze.  Short sun-faded brown hair rustled, a fleeting glimpse of his fair
face, cheeks slightly red, when he turned.


I was proud of Eric.  Somehow he'd turned out a good kid.  The first part of
his life was very normal, if you can use that word; the second part out of
the ordinary, hardly normal.  In particular, he didn't flash around the fact
he had access to wealth and influence of sorts.  Certainly he dressed well,
when he chose to wear clothes at all, and had fine material things.  Not only
did he have the backing of my growing wealth, but that of his parents' life
insurance in a trust, and, most importantly, that not insubstantial amount of
money he'd earned as a worker and minor shareholder in the company.  Yet, the
issue of my pride stemmed from his attitude upon interaction with other people


Setting down my book, I walked out the door to stand quietly behind him, my
hands upon his waist.  Feeling him step back into me, I pressed forward, my
arms now encircling his torso, his arms folded over mine, his head leaning
back onto my shoulder.  Tracing the lines of his lower leg with my toes, I
leaned my face down until I pressed into his hair, my nose nestled behind his
ear.


"Mmmm.  You smell good," I said breathing deeply.


"It's probably sweat you smell."


"I don't know, but it's all you."  I could see the sharp sparkles of the sun,
reflected off the water a few feet below, dancing on his face.  Eric's feet
gently caressed mine one at a time, both of us trying to increase the contact
between us.  Below us, the waters light chop slapped at the pine needle and
moss encrusted slabs of ancient granite.  Wish a slight twisting motion, we
rocked side to side, my body wrapped around his, my stiffening member against
the base of his spine.  Nibbling lightly on an ear lobe, I let one hand drop
into Eric's shorts.  Immediately beneath the elastic I met his hardening
prize.  Pawing gently over his bare sex, I said "What a day, isn't it?"


"Yep."  A pause.  "You know, if you get me all worked up, you're going to
have to do something about it?"


"OK," I said, darting my wet tongue into his ear while holding him tight
against the instinctive withdrawal.


"Eeww! That's gross!" Eric laughed at me while twisting from my grip,
frantically trying to ease the slimy feeling in his ear with a fingertip.


"Gross?  You didn't mind it last night when..."


"Yeah, but that was different!"


Pulling him back into me, I wrapped my arms around his torso, first pecking
at his upturned face and then enjoying a long, deep kiss, our tongues gently
twisting in a growing need.  Eric's hands gripped my sides tightly as mine
sought the lower edge of his shirt and then rose higher, traveling along the
silky expanse of his back. Finally when I pushed his shorts down to his
knees, Eric broke our embrace to step from his pants, leaving him barely clad
in T shirt just long enough to cover his hairless mound, smooth compact
testicles and lush ass peeking from beneath the fabric.


While I knew he'd wiped up after our morning coupling, I hoped that he'd
still retained some internal lubrication.  I intended to fuck this boy that
brought joy to my life and lust to my loins, right here, right now, on the
deck.   Guiding him to stand behind a deck chair, I nudged his feet apart
with mine, while one hand gently pushed between his shoulder blades until
Eric grasped the top of the chair with his hands, and cocked his ass back at
me.  Kneeling, I split his cheeks and began to lave the loose pucker of his
ass.  Fortunately, I could taste a bit of my cum and lube that had leaked
from his hole, deposited there several hours earlier by my cock.  My spit
revitalized the slickness of the earlier lubrication.  Standing up, I pushed
two fingers straight into Eric while holding his shoulder down with my other
hand.  Pulling out of him, I spit into my hand to add moisture to my cock
before crouching behind this boy I was about to fuck beneath the open sky and
splendor of the world.  I pinched one of Eric's nipples hard at the moment I
pressed into him, his whole body heaving forward on his toes in a mixture of
pain and pleasure.  While this morning was gentle, I would take the treasures
of this boy hard and fast, his ass to service my lust and his.


Surging into his ass, I quickly pulled all the way out, the flared edge of my
crown tugging at the tight ring of his young ass and then popping free to bob
in the air.  Pushing back into him, my cock slipped up, ridding the crack of
his ass.  Pulling back again in near frustration, I pushed forward again,
this time aiming too low and thrusting into the back of Eric's tightly pulled
scrotum.  Finally, aiming more deliberately, I sent my swollen bare cock
plunging back into the tight warmth of Eric's ass.  From full out to full in,
I banged away, the tightness of Eric's face matching his exclamation of
"unnghh" and "aahh" each time I thrust.  Feeling the wet firmness of his boy
ass give way each time under my fucking made me hot.  I punctuated our sex
with a periodic slap across the flesh of his ass until both globes were red
under the afternoon sun.


Pulling out of his ravished body, I grabbed Eric by the bicep, leading him
over to the small table next to the grill.  Pushing him back, he got the idea
and lay across the table, pulling his legs up in the air.  Instantly, my mind
took in the sight of my boy, clothed only in a thin blue T shirt laying
draped over a narrow table, smooth legs drawn high and apart revealing a
slick, puckered ass awaiting my cock.  Grabbing his ankles, I plunged my dick
back into it's familiar home inside Eric's body.  Angling for maximum contact
against his prostate I fucked my boy.  Several times I pulled out and watched
his hole desperately try to close, clenching repeatedly; a small opening
still remained.  Fucking deep into him, I pulled out and watched his ass
squirm.  Sinking deep, I'd pause then pull back just a short distance and
thrust full into him.  I knew Eric was stretched to the limit to accept my
cock deep into his bowels, his voice and body betraying that at fifteen, he
was struggling to take what I was giving him.  Eric was flailing at his hard
dick until I finally heard him mumble, "Oh, god.  I'm gonna cum!"


Seeing his nuts tighten even further, I pulled my dick out of his ass, my
body near screaming at my mind in unfulfilled lust.  I jammed two fingers
inside the loose wetness of Eric's ass to seek out his prostate.  Pressing
firmly, I watched his body convulse and spew cum fist across his heaving
chest, then a shot to his face, and then falling to criss cross his chest and
abdomen.  Jacking my own uncut cock to the scene of this excited young teen,
I shuddered and added my own cum to Eric's.  After a few stunned seconds, I
leaned forward to pull Eric upright, still sitting on the table.


Kissing his cum streaked cheek, I helped him to his feet.


"God, was that a fuck or what?" Eric asked while shakily walking about in a
small circle on near tiptoes, legs bowed.  "I'm not sure I can walk!"  Eric
stripped off his cum and sweat damp T-shirt and used it to mop up the cum
streaming down his face.


Pulling him into my arms, we kissed rocking slightly side to side, enjoying
the sticky sensual afterglow of our sex.  "Too hard?" I asked cautiously


Eric's eyes met mine, their twinkle complimenting his smile.  "Nahh!  I can
take anything you can dish out, old man!"


"Oh yeah?" I demanded, rising to the challenge.  "We shall see about that!"


Together we ambled down the steps from the deck to the dock and from there we
both dove into the cold grey-green waters.