Date: Tue, 24 Aug 1999 18:50:35 EDT
From: Hidden12@aol.com
Subject: Eric Ch9 (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.

I enjoyed my vacation very much and even did some writing along the way.  I
am always interested in your reactions, good or bad, and any suggestions you
might have.

Practice safe sex, live to enjoy life.


Chapter 9.
(Back at home.)


This was also the time period when I read the first report that the liberal
secular regime of Sultan Q'abo was being targeted by Shi'ite fundamentalists
from more northerly neighbors.  Oman was predominantly neither Shi'ite, nor
Sunni, but another more liberal sect.  Omani history was rife with religious
based strife; even Sultan Q'abo's claim to power stems from being the 7th
grandson of an elected Imam.  The fundamentalists were particularly irritated
that Oman was building up its role as a banking and trade center linking the
west to the Muslim world.  With diminishing oil supplies to keep it funded,
there was little option for maintaining the affluence of the country.  On top
of this perceived westernization was the also perceived threat of the
modernization of the Sultan's ground forces.  I was consumed with work, and
Oman itself felt far off, even though I would be returning every month for
the next four years, or, hopefully even more.


So it was a Saturday in early July that I awoke first, rolling over to admire
the sleeping beauty next to me, his form hidden beneath the sheet.  With one
hand I began to lightly trace the contours of his body until Eric began to
wake. Early on Saturday mornings Eric and I typically would go out for a run
of several miles.  Sometimes we would drive to spots across our semi-rural
community to break the monotony, but usually we would start and end from the
relative seclusion of my driveway.


"Hey, Sleepy, ready to go for a spin?" I asked as I pushed Denver, our Lab,
from the foot of the bed.


"Hmmrrphh," His usual early morning reply as he rolled more tightly into the
sheet revealing the delicious curves of his still boyish ass. Regardless of
the reply, I got up, walked naked into the bathroom to throw some water over
my face, and brush the now stale taste of our cum from my mouth.  I swatted
Eric's tight ass as he stepped up to the toilet while I walked out to dress.
Within minutes we were both ambling down the stairs towards the new day.

Walking out onto the front porch, we were greeted by a light breeze rippling
through the surrounding trees, the chatter of a few birds, and the closeness
of last night's rain drying in the warmth of the morning.  We both began to
stretch and warm up before our jaunt.  Eric wore only a pair of faded nylon
running shorts and his running shoes without socks.  I dressed the same
except with socks.  The well developed but youthful form of this boy of mine
rippled as he stretched his arms, chest, torso and legs.  Stretching out his
groin, Eric stooped low on one leg while the other was out straight, his
basket and abs the center of my attention briefly as he put both hands above
his head to stretch and yawn. My own routine complete, we started out slowly,
warming up side by side as we jogged down the curving driveway to the road.
Denver made periodic detours to chase after squirrels, but typically he kept
within twenty feet of us.  We lived in a relatively rural community where the
lots were typically several acres with modest homes.  The draw of the area
was the privacy born of lot size and dense woods.  Eric and I drew on the
feeling of privacy quite heavily in our lives together, frequently spending
long periods of time nude, working, playing, and making love in the yard.

Once on the street our pace picked up; although he was a faster runner, I
could go farther.  We had both finished a half marathon only the month
before, averaging only a little over 7 minutes a mile.   Soon, the warmth of
the sun on my back began to draw out the sweat of my body.  Eric, too, was
beginning to perspire, his skin becoming slick and shinny.  I fell in behind
him, both to avoid being run over, but also to be able to admire the pumping
form before me.

As Eric and I strode out the 5 or so miles of our morning ritual, I watched
in awe as his tan sculpted legs churned out stride after stride. His back and
arms swayed with his pace, muscles contracting and relaxing in unison.  Beads
of sweat began to accumulate and then trickle down his back as gravity made
its claim.  I could even smell the light clean musky scent he gave off, sweet
compared to the rancid smell of others.  His beautiful asscheeks, which I
also knew to be a golden tan color, clenched in alternating strength beneath
the thread worn covering of his skimpy shorts.  It was not unusual for
people, men and women alike, to stare at us - or at least at Eric, as we ran
past.

Soon we reached the half way point, the tiny rotary interchange at the center
of our tiny town.  We both waved at people in the distance, and said hello to
those close, as we knew virtually everyone in town.  No one publicly objected
to what was probably obviously a close relation between Eric and me.

Two miles later, we broke our run and began to walk up the driveway, cooling
off and catching our breath from the last near sprint. Eric was the first to
sit down on the grass, legs laid out flat before him to stretch his leg
muscles.  I was only to glad to help when he asked me to gently push down on
his shoulders, extending his stretch as he nearly put his nose to his knees.
His skin was warm and damp beneath my hands; I could feel the heavy thump of
his heart beating and the heave of his now regular breathing.  My hands
lingered down his ribbed flanks as he sat back up.


"There's time for that later, " Eric said with a smile and grin looking up at
me over his shoulder, "I wouldn't want to cramp up on you when things got
interesting!"


I just laughed and began stretching myself, first one leg over the other as I
bent down to touch the ground, and then the switching.  Paying no attention I
almost fell over when I felt a sharp slap in my left ass cheek.  Eric stood
behind me  grinning.

"How about PRE push ups and then sit ups?"


"Sure, you first, kiddo," I replied stepping over his 5'8" frame.

PRE stood for "partner resisted exercises," a technique I had been taught in
the Army.  Basically a partner applies pressure on the person doing a simple
exercise to increase load, typically pushing harder on the way down than the
way up.  In this case, I stood over Eric's torso with my legs on either side
of his waist, my hands firmly pushing down on his shoulders.  The first four
repetitions I went fairly lightly.  On the fifth, I began to press down much
harder until on the tenth rep, Eric began to shake.


"Push it out, stud; let's go." By that time I wasn't pushing down at all as
he struggled to raise himself up.  On the twelfth rep, I had to use my hands
to help pull him up.  By the thirteenth rep, Eric was at muscle failure and
collapsed back into the grass.  I knew from an earlier bet that he was fully
capable of churning out 70 plus normal military standard push ups, more than
I was now capable of.  Within moments of changing positions I found myself
in the same position.  First being coaxed with words, and then with the firm
grasp of his hands on my ribs to haul me back up.

Rolling over onto my back I sat up, my arms temporarily useless.  Eric got
down on his back, hands locked behind his head, and knees bent as I got up.
Kneeling at his feet, I pushed down on his feet as he began slow and
deliberate sit-ups touching first one elbow to the opposite knee and then the
other.  I reveled at the feeling of his slick, smooth, down covered legs
against my forearms.  My eyes feasted on the adolescent form before me, abs
rippling and accentuated by the exercises, damp underarms covered in sparse
tufts of hair, strong face unblemished by traces of any beard.  Tired or not,
I was soon painfully erect, my cock tenting against the nylon of my shorts.
I got even harder when I noticed I could see up the worn out leg hole of
Eric's shorts to my object of desire: his hairless sack and tanned cock
flickered into view momentarily each time he lay back down.  It wasn't long
before Eric noticed that I wasn't paying attention to his exercises.


"Hey, you pervert, what's my count?" He snorted while resting with his chest
against his knees.


"Aaahh, three thousand, two hundred and twenty nine!  You're pretty good
aren't you!" I said with a smile as I looked away from his crotch and into
his green eyes.


"You got that right; I'm almost done anyway." He said as he began the sit-ups
again.  Only this time when his leg opening winked at me, it showed a no
longer flaccid penis but one lengthening in form.


When he flopped down on the ground for the last time, chest heaving, abs
rippled in exhausted muscle, his knees fell open in tired response.  Still
kneeling down at his feet, I couldn't help but to run my fingers lightly
across first his calves, to his thighs where I teased and rubbed for a
minute.  Soon the tenting in his shorts became obvious as his teenage libido
kicked into overdrive.  I could see clearly up the leg holes of his shorts to
the tight hairless sack beneath his stiff boycock.  My nose filled with the
fine sweaty musk of his crotch and body.  With us staring at each other with
sly smiles, Eric reached down to guide one of my hands further into the
divide between his legs until, breaking through the elastic, my hand grasped
at his twitching dick.

I could feel the heat boiling from his blood engorged prick.  The sharp rim
that flared over his shaft caught my hand as I pumped gently back and forth
from his delightfully hairless pubic bone to the precum-smeared tip of his
cock.  Not satisfied to feel, but not to see and taste my fine young friend,
I withdrew my hand to slowly tug his shorts down over his hips, across the
smooth expanse of his legs to his shoe clad feet.  Eric now lay in our front
yard, bare to the world except for the shoes I was frantically pulling off.
A smile was on his face, as he lay stretched out on the grass, hands behind
his head, legs spread wide.  The breeze and my ministrations together worked
to bring his nipples up erect and  goosebumps to his boyflesh.

Still kneeling between his legs, I sucked his precum leaking cock into my
mouth until my chin and nose rested on equally hairless flesh, Eric's prick
buried in the top of my throat as my tongue lashed at the underside and I
massaged the crown with a swallowing action.  Backing off, I tongued his pee
slit savoring the remaining taste of his tangy precum.  Moving from crown to
stem and back again I licked as my hands played with his loose nut sack.
Eric then pulled his legs back to his chest, rotating his fine boy ass up in
the air giving me better access to his nut sack, which I promptly inhaled, as
one finger began to explore his cleft. Within a few minutes of sucking his
cock back into my mouth, while my hands played among the toys of his shaft,
balls and assring, Eric began to twitch and moan in his signature way of
telling me he was about to come.  With a last lick I began to jack his cock
as his ass high in the air pointed it across his chest and face.  Thick
strings of hot boy cum came crashing out adding to the lube of my hand on his
cock and landing across his chest.  One initial pulse landed squarely on his
lips, only to be sucked in with a flash of his tongue.  Lying back flat on
the ground, Eric toyed idly with his cum, rubbing it into his nipples and
across his smooth teenage chest.

I couldn't resist, and began to lave his upper body with my tongue, paying
close attention to not only savor his seed, but also tease his nipples. Now
with the taste of his cum on my lips, I reached down to stroke my own cock
swollen with excitement and expectation.  My hand still slick with his cum, I
beat my meat as I knelt down to straddle his chest.  Here I was, a full-grown
man, naked in my yard with the breeze and sun at my back, about to blow my
wad into the mouth of my lover, a young teenage boy.  God, how lucky I am, I
thought as I reached out to hold his head up. Eric's tongue reached out of
his open mouth to receive my gift of hot cum shooting out.  When his mouth
shut involuntarily to swallow, it splashed across his lips until it dripped
off his chin.  Finished with my own ejaculation, we kissed deeply after I
cleaned his face with my fingers, brushing grass from my knees as I stood up
I began to laugh.  Eric, still stretched out on the grass, chest gleaming
from where I had licked him clean, demanded to know what I was laughing about.


"Not you.  Well, not you specifically.  I was thinking about what old Mrs.
Bellephon would think if she saw us out here frolicking naked in the grass
together," I replied with a smile as I held my hand out to help haul him
upright.


With a smile himself as he grabbed my hand to get up Eric replied; "Yeah,
she'd probably try to jump my bones too.....  Then I'd have to fight both you
leaches off!"


"Exactly!  The image of her 'jumping your bones' as you said....  that had me
laughing!  You know she's got an eye out for you since she saw you naked last
year.  Despite 5 grown kids of her own, you'd think she'd never had sex or
seen a nude teenager."


"Well I guess I'm just special" Eric retorted, chin up in the air, and then
jumped away as I made a swat at his grass textured butt.


"All right 'Special Boy'.... I'm gonna take a shower.  What do you wanna do
today?" I asked as we both gathered our things and walked indoors with Denver
wagging his tail and barking with expectation of his breakfast.



The next installment is all new and is one of my favorites.